The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 238

Ethan nodded. “Yeah.”

Rebecca watched him carefully, her suspicion far from eased by his innocent expression.

Something about Ethan’s behavior today just didn’t sit right with her.

She frowned and pressed on, “Ethan, are you absolutely sure you’re not hiding something from Mommy?”

Ethan shook his head, meeting her gaze with clear, earnest eyes. “Mommy, really, I’m not! I just went to the bathroom, that’s all.”

But Rebecca wasn’t convinced so easily.

She knew her son too well. Ethan could be mischievous, but when it came to important things, he rarely lied. Today, though, she couldn’t shake the feeling that he was keeping something from her.

Seeing his mom’s skepticism, Ethan quickly nestled into her arms and tried to distract her with a whine. “Mommy, my finger hurts…”

He hoped that acting pitiful might draw her attention away from her questions.

Rebecca glanced down at him, still frowning, unmoved by his theatrics.

“Ethan, you’re a big boy now. A little hurt like that isn’t the end of the world.”

When it was clear his attempt at being cute wasn’t working, Ethan’s mind raced for another plan. His eyes darted as he insisted, “Mommy, I really did just go to the bathroom. Please don’t doubt me.”

Rebecca gazed at him, torn between concern and exasperation.

She knew Ethan was clever, but she couldn’t just let him sweep things under the rug.

“Ethan, it’s not that I don’t trust you. But you’re acting strange today. If there’s something you’re not telling me, you know I’ll worry,” she said gently.

Ethan dropped his gaze, silent for a moment.

He knew his mom was only worried because she cared, but he’d promised Noah and the others he wouldn’t tell her about visiting Emily.

“Mommy, I’m really fine. Please don’t ask anymore,” he pleaded, trying to sound sweet again.

“Her son. But it was nothing serious—just a little scrape on his finger.”

Hearing it was only a minor cut, Dylan let out a dismissive laugh, as if the fuss was hardly worth mentioning.

Fitch went on, “I promised the kid I’d buy him some chocolate and ice cream, but now I have no idea how to get in touch with him…”

Dylan caught the implication and frowned. His voice turned icy. “I told you, you’re not allowed back at the Frost Group.”

Fitch scoffed. “Who said anything about the office? Whatever, I’ll figure it out myself.”

He hung up without another word.

Fitch then sat in thought, wondering how to contact Evan. He didn’t have the boy’s number, and he didn’t even know where he lived.

Still, he wasn’t ready to give up. He decided to start with the hospital, hoping he might find a clue there.