Chapter 22

Ethan POV

The sudden changes that are occurring in the mansion are too much for us to handle at this point.

I loved Mia and had always never shown that kind of feeling for me, but suddenly she showed the feeling that I could say is strange.

"Ethan," I held my father's arms with emotions filling my heart.

"Father," my response wasn't sure since fear had a larger part in me at that point in time.

"How's your relationship going?" I smirked at him with my face down. I just don't want to reveal my anxiety to the old man.

"I could say it is not going as planned, but still good and a little complicated."

"What do you mean?" From my dad's look, you would know he needed answers.

"Today she's like a warrior; tomorrow she's like warm water."

" Wow"

"But when she planned on packing out, I caught her." My dad interrupted my words quickly.

"I hope you didn't injure her."

"N... O"

"How's my grandson?" My dad coughed out a little bit.

"I'm doing well, but I'm kind of tired of his addiction to me," I left my dad's hands.

"His meant to be addicted to you, son," my father laughed gently.

"Was I like that when I was little?" I asked curiously.

"Not exactly since you don't see me every time," I laughed.

"You were just addicted to your mother, and your mother also got addicted to you."

" Wow"

"But,, you know, after her death, you became addicted to me more than your mother." I wore a quick frown at just hearing my mother's name.

My mother was more like a mentor, coach, and partner to me; she gave me hope in everything I did as a young boy.

But when her report came up saying she had cancer, I knew that my life had already been scattered and fully destroyed at that point.

But nevertheless, my father gave me more hope and helped me with everything I needed.

"Hello," I  snapped out of my thinking pad, looking at the door entrance.

"Sorry, am I interrupting anything?" She asked as I smiled at her.

"Not really, but just a father-son time," I said, standing up for the young lady to sit comfortably.

"Great," she smiled before sitting.

"How are you doing?" She held on to my dad's arms with a mild smile.

"I'm responding to drugs, though."

"He just reminds me of my father," she said, looking at me with a smile and a little snift.

" Okay"

"How's Alexander?" My father forced his words out.

"Hi, okay," she replied before I could.

"Should I bring him in?" I asked.

"That would be bad," Mia replied.

" Why?"

"He's getting stubborn already, and that's something I never expected from him," my father said, causing a loud laugh in the air.

"So, you were stubborn?" Mia asked with laughter, to which I just gave a frown.

Soon, Mia went out of the room after asking for permission to do so. Myself and my father just chat as if he weren't even sick at all.

With a long chat and distraction from the door, I heard the familiar voice calling up my name, which got my attention.

"Dad," Alexander learned a new word and gave me a quick smirk at that point, standing up to go embrace him excitedly.

"It was just like his father when he was still a kid."

I scooped up Alexander in my arms with a smirk, twirling him around as he giggled with glee.

"Dada!" he exclaimed again with excitement within himself, his little hands grasping my face at that point.

My father chuckled, a warm smile on his face that also made me happy. On my outer side, I was literally happy, but within me, it wasn't all because of my father's poor health condition.

"He's just like you when you were a kid, Ethan."

" Dad!" I groaned at looking at my father, who revealed a short laugh.

I grinned this time with an awkward smile. Feeling a sense of pride and joy was my outer part.

"I guess he takes after his old man," I said, with a carefree look, also playfully ruffling Alexander's hair, which made him smile.

Mia returned with a smile on her face, her eyes shining with warmth and a calm spirit.

"Sorry to interrupt the bonding session though, but I have something important to discuss," she said, her voice gentle, warm, and sweet.

My father's expression turned serious and strenuous; his eyes locked onto Mia's.

"What is it, Mia?" I asked.

Mia hesitated, her gaze flicking at me, before returning to my fathers.

"It's about your health, sir. The doctor's reports aren't looking good." She gave a Stern look.

My heart sank with fear, a cold dread creeping up my spine.

"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice firm and filled with fear already.

Mia's eyes filled with empathy and pity.

"The cancer has progressed, Ethan. We need to act fast if we want to save your father." Her words caused a rage or fear within me at that point. My head ached at that stage.

My world has already crashed down around me. No, this couldn't be happening to me at this time. I can't lose my father already. My father, the rock of our family, couldn't be dying at this stage.

But before I could process this devastating and heartbreaking news, Alexander's voice pierced the air again, giving an interruption.

"Dada!"

I turned to him, my heart heavy with emotion and fear.

"Yes, buddy?"

Alexander's eyes sparkled with excitement and joy.

"Dada, I want to show you something!" His words weren't completely good, but I could still understand them.

I forced a smile at that time, my mind racing with questions after questions.

What could Alexander possibly want to show me at that time? .

As I followed Alexander out of the room with a fake smile, I couldn't shake off the feeling about my dad's health condition.