I hesitated slightly. Alas, I stood up slowly and allowed myself to be led by Ethan to a bench nearby.
As we sat, I stuttered, "I-I… I don't know where to start."
My voice was very feeble. The night wind seemed to have taken away half of my courage.
"All of these are just too complicated and too much of a mess. I'm starting to doubt if I could even start to untangle this ball of yarn to reveal the truth."
Ethan sat quietly beside me. He didn't rush to interrupt me. He just comforted me silently with his deep, sensual eyes.
"Sometimes, the truth is like a lighthouse in the fog. It might be far away and blurry, but as long as we have the courage and determination, we could eventually make our way toward it, one step at a time."
I lowered my head. My hands balled into fists, my nails dug deep into the palm of my hands but it was like I couldn't feel pain at all.
Compared to the struggles and pain in my heart, I felt like the discomfort in my physical body was so ignorable in comparison.
"Jack told me that the art gallery was just a smokescreen… It was hiding a greater secret behind it and there were also illegal transactions involved. I was actually their pawn."
Ethan frowned after hearing what I had to say. A flash of emotions fleeted in his eyes.
"Jack's words aren't entirely believable. Since he brought those up, it meant that things are way more complicated than we think. What are you planning to do next?"
I grimaced and shook my head. "I don't know. I feel like I've been sucked into a whirlpool with underlying currents all around me that would suck me in if I'm not careful."
He gently patted my shoulder, giving me strength.
"You're not facing all of these alone. No matter what happens, I'll be by your side, and we'll find out about the truth together. I'll protect you so you won't be hurt anymore."
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