Then my father turned to him, looking him up and down. “So, you’re the man who married my daughter,” he said, voice dripping with disdain. “Do you know who she is? Do you have any idea what she’s worth?”
Ethan met his gaze, unfazed. “Yes, sir, I do,” he replied, his voice steady and quiet. “I know she’s more than her last name, or the money attached to it.”
My father scoffed. “Oh, I see. You’ve got all the right lines. It’s clear you’re not in this for love, but for what you can gain.”
“Actually, sir,” Ethan said, standing firm, “I don’t care about your money. Or your status. I care about Anna.”
My father’s face turned red with fury. “You expect me to believe that?” he hissed. “You’re just a janitor—a nobody.”
Ethan didn’t flinch. He looked my father right in the eye. “I may be a janitor,” he replied, “but I know honesty. And respect. I know that Anna deserves more than being treated like a pawn.”
My father’s expression changed, a mix of anger and disbelief. “And what gives you the right to lecture me about respect?”
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