Chapter 968

Chapter 968:

From the moment she returned, he had been the only one to treat her with sincerity.

She lived by a simple rule: repay kindness with gratitude and betrayal with vengeance.

Ector shook his head. “I never wanted to be a company chairman. I only joined Voligny Company because of Dad. But now, I want to carve my own path.”

As a graduate of Esaham University’s elite business program, he had no shortage of opportunities.

“Rather than working under someone else, I’d rather invest in myself and build something from the ground up,” he said with a quiet smile. Ector wanted to prove himself. He wanted success that was entirely his own.

Fernanda gave him a nod. “You have what it takes.”

“Thanks,” he said, his expression softening. A faint dimple appeared on his cheek, and his eyes carried the same warmth they always had.

Ector had always been gentle, at least with her.

The waiter placed their drinks on the table, and the familiar scent filled the air.

“You brought your own beans,” Fernanda said, her voice quiet.

Back at the Morgan estate, Ector had always been the one making coffee in the mornings. The aroma was just as she remembered.

“Yeah, I brought my own beans and let them work with it,” he said, sliding the sugar and cream toward her. “Go ahead. See if it’s different.” His voice was just as warm as ever, as if nothing had changed between them.

Fernanda stirred her coffee with a silver spoon, watching the liquid swirl. After a brief pause, she asked the question that had been on her mind from the start. “Do you hate me?”

Of everyone in the Morgan family, Ector’s opinion was the only one that truly mattered.

She had always seen him as a brother.

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“Why would I?” he said simply. “If I were in your place, I would have done the same.”

The truth was, Ector respected her.

If he had gone through what she had, he wasn’t sure he would have survived it. He doubted he had her strength, and if it had been him, the outcome might have been much worse.

“I don’t hate you, Fernanda. None of this was your fault.” His gaze was steady, his voice sincere. “You defended yourself. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

For the first time in a long while, Fernanda flashed a real, unguarded smile. “Thank you for understanding me, Ector.”

“Remember what I told you when you came back? You’re always my sister. That hasn’t changed.”

Ector still cared for Robert and Michelle. After all, they were his parents. But that didn’t mean he could justify what they had done.

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