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.”

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

tenants? It’s not really fair

not just a statue,” he said, his voice so low it was

still stands. There are people, families, living in those apartments. You’d really evict all of

to win cases for me, not to

his intensity. “But isn’t it part of my role to offer counsel? Both

reasons are my own. Why does

thoughts. “Isn’t there a part of you that wants to be better? To honor your mother in a way she would truly appreciate? Evicting families, people with lives and memories just like you, doesn’t seem like

my mother would want?” he asked. “You don’t know

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

The tension in the room was palpable, our two wills

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

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

his posture rigid. Without another word, he strode out of the room, leaving me alone with

depth to him I hadn’t anticipated. Yet, with Logan, there were always layers, each more intricate and enigmatic than the

inhabited a world of power plays, of ruthless decisions, and of a legacy he seemed

for the love he held for his mother,

was almost suffocating. Before I

deeply, running a hand through my hair. “I’m his

my mind. “You’re more than just his lawyer. You’re a

ceiling. “I tried, Ema. I really did. But you saw him-how he is. He’s set

voice held a hint of defiance. “And what about our values? What about standing up for those who can’t? I thought you believed

my hands are tied. There are battles