As the week unfolded, Ethan Sterling found himself trapped in a constant state of anticipation. The looming threat of his father's impending punishment weighed heavily on his mind. In his spacious office, he paced restlessly, his eyes darting to the window as if expecting his father's arrival at any moment.
"Mike, any movement from my father?" Ethan inquired, his voice laced with tension.
The ever-vigilant bodyguard, Mike, responded, "No, boss. He appears to be very relaxed. He even went to a massage center yesterday."
Ethan clenched his fists in frustration. His father's apparent nonchalance infuriated him. He knew it was a calculated move to unnerve him, a game of psychological warfare. Anthony Dante was a master manipulator, and he seemed to be relishing the discomfort he was causing his son.
"Damn him," Ethan muttered under his breath. "He's doing this intentionally, just to pressure me. He knows I'm watching him. Damn it, that old man is too sly."
Mike nodded in understanding, his loyalty unwavering. "I'll continue keeping an eye on him, boss."
Meanwhile, in the Dante mansion, Emily had also noticed Ethan's recent behavioral changes. He seemed more on edge, and there were increased security measures in place. Emily couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease. She knew Ethan was keeping something from her, and it worried her deeply.
As the days passed, the tension in the Sterling household grew palpable. Ethan's relentless pursuit of security measures and his father's eerie calmness created an atmosphere of uncertainty. Emily couldn't shake the feeling that something significant was about to happen, and she feared for the safety of her newfound family.