Mr. Sterling, Mrs. Sterling is Multifaceted!-Chapter 294: Let’s Go Home

In this way, people in the world will not know that the fugitive from Veridian Isle, who should have died, still exists in this world.

This proposal was once mentioned to Seraphina Redgrave by Miles Harrington, but at that time, she said it would be better to let her die. Now, however, she proposed this idea herself.

Ethan Sterling sat in front of her, his eyelashes trembled slightly, gazing deeply at this woman. His amber eyes amidst the bloodshot white caught the breath of those who witnessed it. "Do you know what you’re actually saying?"

"..."

Before Seraphina could answer, Ethan asked again, "Are you really willing to give up everything to be a golden canary that I can keep?"

Ethan asked her, although this was what he had always wanted Seraphina to do, yet now his tone lacked satisfaction.

"Isn’t this good?" Seraphina asked him with a smile, her fingers wiping the blood from the corners of his lips. "Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted?"

Now, it was her who proposed it.

How good it is.

"I don’t care if Country Z falls into chaos."

Ethan replied.

If she was really willing to give up on Veridian Isle for him, of course he would be happy.

However, now, it’s not impossible for him to compromise for her.

To reshuffle the financial oligarchs wasn’t just a joke, it was indeed achievable.

"There’s no need to drag everyone in."

The oligarchs could fight to the death, and Veridian Isle might suffer more, not to mention those ordinary people.

Besides... he’d get hurt too.

Seraphina calmly looked at him and said, "Ethan, I’ve made up my mind."

"No regrets?"

Ethan asked lightly.

"No regrets."

Seraphina nodded with seriousness, turning to look at Miles Harrington standing there and asked, "President, what do you think?"

"At this point, what else can be done."

She had already placed the most peaceful method in front of him, did he have any other choice?

Miles Harrington asked, "Can you really stay inside those walls for a lifetime?"

"She won’t, if she wants, I can take her to other countries. However long she wants to stay outside, I’ll accompany her."

Ethan’s tone was still harsh, but the stubbornness at the beginning was no less, yet he compromised.

Seraphina smiled, holding his hand, "Then let’s go home."

Home.

The two most heartwarming words in the world.

"Alright."

Ethan squeezed her hand, interlocking their fingers, nothing could separate them.

Seraphina again saw the mangled index finger of his, the pain filled her heart, suffocating her.

It was this segment of nail that shattered her last line of defense.

When he appeared before her covered in wounds and wearing torn clothes, she knew that from now on, Seraphina Redgrave and Ethan Sterling would be names forever linked.

Since he wished for her to stay by his side obediently, then she would as he wished.

Seraphina looked up, hiding the pain in her eyes, gazed gently at him, holding his hand inside this cell.

Seraphina just changed and walked out, noticing members of The Directorate escorting some individuals inside. "President, we found some sneaky people hiding in the woods outside. They’ve been captured now, what should be done?"

Upon seeing them, Seraphina realized they were Ronan Yates, Beatrice Fawcett, and several members of The Defiance Society.

These individuals had never been inside a place like The Directorate, and as soon they entered, they were so frightened that they could barely walk.

Beatrice Fawcett was the first to spot Seraphina, her eyes brightened immediately, and she dashed over directly. "Seraphina!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the remaining people ran over, surrounding Seraphina and expressing their concerns one after another.

"..."

Miles Harrington also recognized their identities, and from what he saw, he understood everything.

These students were playing games with him. They confessed everything during interrogation but returned home covered in injuries and gathered together. If Seraphina had really gone to the execution ground today, they’d probably start accusing The Presidential Palace of using torture.

"I’m alright."

Seraphina stood there, her face still pale but no longer as weak as before. Seeing Beatrice Fawcett’s injuries, she touched her tenderly, "Are you silly? Your face is ruined. How will you be a star, how will you earn money?"

Beatrice Fawcett’s eyes reddened, "But we didn’t help with anything. We’re so useless."

"In the end, we realized, without power, without resources, we don’t even have a gun."

Ronan Yates looked at Seraphina’s pale face and could roughly guess what she had endured.

A moment ago, the group gathered together, to put it unkindly, as if spectators on the front line, not helping at all.

"Ha, it’s not true you didn’t help at all. If Seraphina had really gone to the execution ground, it’s me who’d be troubled."

Miles Harrington said grumpily, never expecting himself, being a president, to be tricked by a bunch of kids.

The people around Seraphina had nimble minds like nothing else, having shown no signs days prior, yet all appeared today, exploring every possible way.

Still, blame him.

For not considering thoroughly.

"Seraphina now looks pale, surely from the torture you inflicted!" Ronan Yates glared fiercely at Miles Harrington.

"What? Are you students going to hold me accountable?" Miles Harrington was at a loss for words, as the president, was he so easy to bully?

"Shouldn’t it be held accountable?"

Ethan’s deep voice suddenly resounded.

Everyone turned to look, seeing Ethan dressed in a bodyguard’s pure black suit, slim waist, broad shoulders, naturally suited for clothes.

A gun was strapped to his waist, which he surveyed calmly, making everyone on the scene silent.

Despite the bruises on his face, despite wearing the bodyguard’s attire, his aura told everyone he was born a king.

Seeing Ethan, Miles Harrington fell silent, moving to a side to stand quietly.

"Sis! Brother-in-law!"

Ronan Yates straightened up immediately, standing tall as if in military posture, sweat running down his forehead, feeling guilty.

Would brother-in-law remember being called a duck by him before?

Hopefully not, he didn’t want his fingers twisted.

Seeing this, Beatrice Fawcett, Claire Ford, and the others turned serious, slightly bowing their heads to Ethan, all in unison calling him brother-in-law.

Ethan wasn’t intimidated by such a scene, responding calmly before walking to Seraphina’s side, watching her and saying, "Let’s go."

"Then wait while I say goodbye to them," Seraphina said.

Ethan nodded, not stopping her.