“He saved Aiden that day,” he says with an edge of smugness. “If it weren’t for Agnus, you would’ve lost your only son.”
“Agnus the saviour,” I mock. “I should’ve known he’d bring you back to life. If there’s anyone capable of that black magic, it’s him.”
“Unfortunately for you.”
“It’s a waste you returned, Ethan.” My shoulders tense as black memories hit me. “I’ll make your existence hell for every second Alicia spent in that car slowly dying.”
“Are you blind?”
I pause, his reply taking me by surprise. I don’t do surprises.
Usually, Ethan would rise to the challenge and tell me my plot for the Birmingham factory is the reason everything is ruined. He’d tell me, like Aiden, that the car accident might’ve been Alicia’s cause of death, but she was dying for years.
“Blind to what?” I ask slowly.
“To Aiden and Elsa, fucker. You’ve been observing it longer than me, so how come you’re still blind to it? Those two have been sharing a connection for the past ten years. Neither you nor I will be able to break it.”
“Let me worry about that.”
“Have you seen them play chess?” He raises an eyebrow. “You should. It might change your mind.”
“My son won’t be with your daughter and that’s final.”
“Does your son know that piece of information?”
My jaw ticks.
“I thought so. You’re losing control of him, if you haven’t already. Do you know what that means, Jonathan?” he asks, but it’s clearly rhetorical since he continues, “It means if you continue to push him, he’ll leave you and your entire legacy behind.”
It takes all my self-control to remain calm and focused.
While I hate to admit it, Ethan is right. Aiden is slipping away. I can lock him out like I did in China, but that’s a one-time thing. If I want to keep him by my side, I need a change of tactics.
“Does that mean you’re okay with their nonsense?” I tap my chin.
“No, I’m not. Aiden is so similar to you and I would rather he stays the fuck away from my daughter. But do you know what’s the difference between you and me? I consider Elsa’s well-being before my own.”
“Something must’ve broken in your head while you were sleeping all those years.”
I look through the window at the trees passing us by.
“We fucked up, Jonathan. Both of us. I’m brave enough to admit it.”
I glance at him. “How about you leave me that deal with the Rhodes, then?”
“That’s a business deal; the best one will win.” He pauses. “The past is in the past. Our children shouldn’t pay for our mistakes.”
Sappy fuck.
His phone vibrates before I can say anything.
“Agnus, where have you been? I’ve been trying to reach you all day.” Ethan listens to the other end. “This isn’t the time for your phone to die. Elsa is missing.”
His brows scrunch. “You sent me a text? Fine. Let me check. And return to London immediately.”
He hangs up and checks his phone then his jaw tightens.
The emptiness I felt since Alicia’s death strikes me again. Only now, it’s sharper and harder.