Chapter 447

My hand trembled slightly as I gripped the phone.

Ethan Roscente's icy voice came through the line. "Get to the point."

Before I could speak, the call ended abruptly.

Jason Roscente stood on the balcony, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Suddenly, he grinned.

Perfect misunderstanding.

Now he was finally free.

He'd said everything he needed to. If his uncle misinterpreted it, that wasn't his fault. Even if the truth came out later, no blame could fall on him...

Humming a tune, Jason returned to the dinner table with renewed appetite.

Sophia Lowell set down her phone and stared blankly at her computer screen.

An entire day had passed without even a rough draft of her design.

Her thoughts kept circling back to one question—why had Ethan suddenly postponed the wedding?

Zachary Evans' cryptic remarks and Ethan's ambiguous attitude had planted seeds of doubt in her mind.

Her old phone was still at the repair shop. Whether they could recover that crucial video remained uncertain.

If this really involved her, why was Isabella Valentine staying so quiet?

Outside, the sky darkened.

Frustrated, Sophia ran a hand through her hair before picking up her phone again.

"Ethan," she said bluntly, "did you and Isabella postpone the wedding because—"

"He's showering." A sweet female voice interrupted her.

The sound of running water echoed through the line.

Sophia's fingers froze.

She hung up silently, her lips twisting into a self-deprecating smile.

She recognized that voice—the girl from the private room who looked as pure as jasmine.

At this hour, they were together. Ethan was showering.

The answer couldn't be clearer.

Sophia pinched her arm hard.

How pathetic that she'd still held onto hope.

Cold water streamed over her flushed face in the shower.

Meanwhile, in a hotel suite...

Bianca Savigny toyed with Ethan's phone, a sweet smile playing on her lips.

With practiced ease, she deleted the call log.

"Sophia..." She murmured the name, a shadow flickering in her eyes.

After being kicked out of Bayview Residences, she'd had this woman investigated.

All the reports painted the same picture—a gold-digger who climbed her way up using men.

Bianca's slender fingers traced the phone screen.

She would never let anyone steal her Ethan away.