Why do you need my help?

Ethan's throat felt parched. The hair on his nape stood on end as Lydia's words sank in. He had almost forgotten about those damn recordings. But now, he realized he was still trapped in the web of his past. Escaping wouldn't be as easy as he had anticipated.

Frustration twisted inside him.

"Why do you need my help?" he ground out. "You have no idea what kind of situation I'm in. The Williams family has already disowned me. I don't work at Williams Holdings anymore. I'm a nobody. How the hell do you expect me to help you? Why not reach out to your dear friend, Mr. Blair? Isn't he rich and influential?"

"Do you think I haven't tried?" Lydia's frustration was evident in her biting tone. "But he refused to help me."

Ethan sneered. So, that was it. She had exhausted all her options, and now, in sheer desperation, she had turned to him. He regained his confidence, his initial apprehension vanishing.