Third Person's POV
Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes, and her composure trembled like a flame in a cold wind, and her voice dissolved into a soft, heart-wrenching quiver as she nearly sobbed.
Hearing this, Ethan didn't release Jack's wrist, but the flaring anger in his chest shifted.
It deepened and sharpened and became something darker, colder, more controlled.
It was the fury of a man who had been pushed past his limits as now he understood everything.
This was not a normal mischief, and he didn't lash out immediately, even though everyone was looking at him, with various kinds of expressions of loathing and anger.
He didn't make a single expression as he knew that he had to act big this time.
While everyone thought that he had gone dumb from the shock at being exposed publicly, he was instead already planning exactly how to break this so-called young lord.
