His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 310 Moral Compass

Ella

“Your mother?” I asked, shooting Logan a quizzical look. “What does your mother have to do with this case?”

The weight of Logan’s gaze was palpable as he began to speak. “The land… it’s more than just an asset, Ella.”

His voice was soft, yet there was an undeniable intensity lurking beneath. I leaned forward, genuinely intrigued. His usually unreadable face hinted at vulnerability, a side of him I had yet to see.

“My mother used to own a shop there,” he started, pausing as if gathering his thoughts. “It was her pride and joy-a little sanctuary away from the chaos of the world. It was the last piece of independence she had.”

I watched him closely, the atmosphere thickening with every word. “Your mother? But I thought she was always… well, with your father.”

“She was,” he replied, hesitating slightly. “But before the overwhelming demands of our family took over, she had that little shop. My father made her leave it behind. She missed it every day.” Logan’s fingers tightened on the edge of my desk, his knuckles whitening.

There was so much unsaid between those lines. He kept speaking of his mother in the past tense, implying that she was no longer alive. I wanted to ask, but I chose to keep quiet.

There was a whole lifetime of pain, loss, and perhaps even regret in his eyes. It was jarring to see this side of Logan. A stark contrast to the ruthless businessman and Mafia boss I’d come to know.

“I intend to have that land, Ella,” he continued, his eyes fixed on a distant point, as though looking into the past. “I want to build a plaza there… with a statue of her. A place to honor her with.”

“That’s… really touching,” I admitted, my heart softening towards him. The image of a young Logan, perhaps clutching his mother’s hand in front of her beloved shop, played in my mind. “It’s a beautiful gesture. I’m sure she would love that.”

“She would have,” Logan said quietly. “She’s gone now. Has been for many years.” My eyes widened slightly, although I had an inkling that his mother had passed. “I’m sorry.”

on me, his expression unreadable once more. But the sentiment had already

“What about the tenants? It’s not really fair

clearly not expecting the question. “It’s not just a statue,” he said, his

are people, families, living in those apartments.

darkened. “Ella, you’re my lawyer. Your job is to

way,” I replied, matching his intensity. “But isn’t it part of my role to offer

leaned back in his chair, studying me. “Look, Ella, my reasons are my own. Why

to be better? To honor your mother in a way she would truly appreciate? Evicting families,

telling me what my mother would want?” he asked. “You

holding his gaze. “I’m not saying that. I’m just asking you to think about it

wrestle with his thoughts for a moment. The tension in the room

finally said, his voice firm. “And stop trying to

more to be said. “Alright, Logan. I’ll do my best. But I hope

posture rigid. Without another word, he strode out of the room, leaving

depth to him I hadn’t anticipated. Yet,

his final words were a sharp reminder of the world he inhabited a world of power plays, of ruthless decisions, and of

held for his mother, frustration at his stubbornness, and an overwhelming urge to bridge

I could gather my thoughts, the familiar presence of Ema

you going to do?” she questioned, her voice tinged with concern. I sighed deeply, running a hand through my hair. “I’m his lawyer. My duty is to

growled softly, a low rumble echoing in the back of my mind. “You’re more than just his lawyer. You’re a person with values, with ethics. Remember what we just

I really did. But you saw him-how he is. He’s set in his ways. Pushing further might jeopardize

our values? What about standing up

feeling the weight of the responsibility. “But sometimes, my hands are tied. There