Julian was stunned.
A tiny little life appeared right in the eye of the storm. Ethan's appearance at that time was the strongest set of reins holding back his mother's sheer fury and recklessness. In order to protect the flesh and blood in her womb, in order for the child to be born safely amidst a St. Lawrence City that was lying in wait with vicious waves, that proud woman was forced to compromise, endure patiently, and temporarily bury her burning hatred.
"She took a step back, accepting to live a quiet and peaceful life of a society lady in exchange for my safety." Ethan let out a heavy sigh, the final sound cracking open to reveal an unconcealable anguish, "But their endurance did not earn them a happy ending. They... those people hiding in the darkness, still did not let my family off the hook."
"The year I turned eleven. A disastrous traffic accident occurred. The car carrying my father and my mother plunged off a cliff and exploded."
