Chapter 746: Chapter 746

Since I’ve already got nothing left to lose, I’d rather take a risk. Who knows, it might actually work.

If all goes well, wouldn’t I get rid of my current misery and become Justin Battleson’s father-in-law in one fell swoop?

Not only could I spite my enemies, but I’d also be able to wipe the shame off my face - and show those who kicked me when I was down.

Mia Stewart was feeling terrible while bustling about in the kitchen.

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Whenever Emily did come home, her body was always covered in wounds.

As for Charlotte Thompson, who frequented television screens, her life was nothing but lavish and comfortable.

She couldn’t understand why as daughters of the same father, her Emily was much less fortunate than Sophie.

She dashed the dish angrily, seething inside.

A sudden voice echoed from upstairs, "Mia, bring me a shirt."

Was that Ethan Allen’s voice? Mia Stewart had some doubts, thinking she might have misheard.

After all, Ethan Allen, whenever he was home, was always drinking.

After waiting for a moment without hearing a reply from Mia, Ethan hastily descended the stairs.

"Didn’t you hear me? Where is my shirt?"

Ethan Allen, now mostly sober, was a little cross with Mia Stewart who was still in the kitchen.

Mia Stewart shook the water off her hands, somewhat taken aback.

She asked, "Aren’t you off work today? Where are you off to?"

Ethan Allen sighed impatiently, "You... isn’t it your idea that I should visit Charlotte? I’m on my way."

Mia Stewart was astonished as if she just heard some shocking secret.

Ethan Allen hurried her, and Mia Stewart cheerfully went to fetch his shirt.

Standing before the mirror, Ethan Allen examined himself, feeling something was off.

Noticing Mia Stewart just behind him, he quickly ordered her, "Get me my razor."

"Oh...I thought you liked to keep some stubble," Mia Stewart muttered under her breath.

Ethan Allen struggled to ignore her, impatient.

"You know, I’m going to see my daughter, shouldn’t I at least dress comfortably?"

Mia Stewart obliged. If it wasn’t for his slight relevance, she wouldn’t even bother talking to him.

"How do I look?" Ethan Allen stood in front of the mirror, feeling very pleased with himself. He even adjusted his shirt collar and was very confident.

Mia Stewart took a look and couldn’t help but tease, "Not bad, you didn’t even put this much effort when we got married."

Upon hearing this, Ethan Allen was not pleased. "What nonsense. I’m leaving."

So, Ethan Allen left with his briefcase - a sight not seen for a long time. It was the first time he left the house looking so formal.

In his words, he was trying to leave a good impression on Charlotte. He wanted others to know that having him as a father was something to be proud of. This would also make it easier for him to associate with her relatives.

At the foot of the Riley Group building, Ethan Allen kept adjusting his clothes, something always seemed off.

"Did that woman Mia not iron it well?" He grumbled to himself, using the complaint against Mia to relax a bit.

Looking up at the towering skyscraper, he exclaimed, "My daughter works here!"

Yes, Charlotte is no longer an Allen, yet she’s now the daughter Ethan Allen always mentions.

Remembering how he could have expressed indifference even if Charlotte died in the past, the old saying, "money talks," seems very useful indeed.

After hesitating for a while, Ethan Allen finally stepped inside.