Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller Novel Full Episode

Chapter 622

The two men were half-brothers of the same father.

One of them owned all of their father’s love, spending his childhood that was pampered with parental love.

The other person was born without receiving love from anyone, yet he owned 80 percent of the family’s assets.

They were born on the same day, month, and year. They were born earlier than the expected due.

Ethan was born five minutes earlier than that man, but their status was that of the sky and earth.

Kenneth Miller-their father-stayed outside the delivery room the whole time, waiting for the child to be born.

But Ethan hadn’t received love from Kenneth since he was born.

His grandfather granted him a name, yet his biological father didn’t visit him once after he was born.

Meanwhile, Kenneth gave Darrell Miller his name. As his name suggested, he was his parents’ dearly beloved son.

Ethan looked forward to his birthday when he was three because he heard from his grandfather that Kenneth was going to celebrate his birthday.

Hence, the anticipation grew in him two weeks before his birthday.

He couldn’t even sleep the night before his birthday. He waited at the door for Kenneth before the sun rose.

The little boy waited and waited until the sky brightened, but his father didn’t come.

The little Ethan wondered, “Did Dad lose his way because he has never come home before?”

He then begged the driver to pick Kenneth up.

When they arrived at the destination, Ethan finally saw the person he always saw in videos and pictures. The man was tall and handsome.

“Is that Dad?” he wondered.

However, the man was holding another boy of Ethan’s age.

Kenneth would hold the boy, who was about to trip

He would coo at the boy when the latter threw a tantrum and let him ride on his shoulders, saying, “Here we go!”

A gentle-looking woman watched them playing around with a smile.

Soon, a lot of kids arrived. They were hugging beautiful birthday presents, wishing the boy “Happy birthday.”

Before Ethan realized it, he was already there.

He simply wanted to hold his father’s hand to see if it was as rough and warm as his grandfather’s.

“Who are you?” the little boy questioned Ethan.

Kenneth saw Ethan, too. Kenneth was stunned at first until Ethan carefully called, “Dad.”

Anticipation was bubbling in him as he wondered if Kenneth missed him as he did.

However, what awaited him wasn’t love.

The handsome man frowned, and his tone was cold. “What brings you here? Did your mother tell you to come?”

It was a meeting between a father and a son, but there was no love.

Like a completely different person, Kenneth looked at Ethan with loathing as though the boy was the most hateful person in

this world.

“No, I-I just…” the little Ethan explained clumsily.

But Kenneth didn’t want to waste a single second on this. “Leave! Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Ethan wasn’t a crybaby because his grandfather told him that a man had to be strong and courageous. That way, he would be able to protect his family when he grew up.

However, Ethan couldn’t control his emotions at that time. Tears were pooling in his eyes.

He thought, “Is this man my father? Why is he treating me this way?”

“This isn’t somewhere you should be,” said Kenneth before leaving.

Tears ran over Ethan’s cheeks. Right then, a little kid helped him wipe his tears away.

“I know you. Are you my older brother? Then, it should be your birthday today, too. How about we celebrate our birthdays together?”

The boy, who resembled Ethan, appeared gentle.

Ethan’s head was a mess as he nodded without thinking much.

Ethan wondered if Darrell was the reason why Kenneth hadn’t returned home all this while.

Ethan wiped his tears away before chasing Kenneth, pulling his hand.

“Dad, why didn’t you bring my younger brother back home to live together? Are you afraid that I would bully him? I won’t.

“Grandpa told me that a man has to protect his family. I won’t bully him.”

Kenneth shoved Ethan’s hand away. The loathe in Kenneth’s eyes became more evident. “Don’t touch me.”

Ethan knew that Kenneth’s hands were big and smooth, unlike his grandfather’s hands, which were rough and cold.

“We’re going to eat the cake soon. Let’s cut it together,” Darrell suggested.

Ethan had no time to dwell on sorrow. “Okay.”

After cutting the cake, the kids, who had taken their share of it, smacked it onto Ethan’s face.

While Ethan remained dazed, Darrell whispered to him in an eerie voice, “I know you a long time ago. Happy birthday.”