Chapter 8

Ethan tilted his head and kept talking.

He still spoke calmly.

"She's carrying my child.I can't make it official,so I can only compensate her with material things.You're not short on properties.She's used to living here.So I transferred it to her."

Blood rushed to my head.

My legs nearly gave out.

I grew up in this house.

Before my father founded the Sterling Group,it was only an old home.

My childhood memories were of curling up here to watch Mom read.

And waiting for Dad to get home from work.

Later,when Mom fell gravely ill,Dad sold the house to pay for her treatment.

Her dying wish was to come back here one last time.

Ethan knew what this house meant to me.

And he still gave it away.

My throat tightened.

I bit my lip hard to keep the tears from falling.

I finally spoke.

"How dare you..."

I swayed.Ethan reached for me.

"Tori,face reality.Your father is gone.You dropped everything to care for him for three years.You've spent the last month grieving instead of running the company.The Sterling Group isn't the same anymore."

He reached to smooth my hair.

"You're a woman.Why make life so hard for yourself?Wouldn't it be better to leave everything to your husband?"