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.”

gaze refocused on me, his expression unreadable

a nagging concern remained. “But Logan,” I ventured cautiously, “What about the tenants? It’s not really

a statue,” he said, his voice so low it was almost

swallowing somewhat. “But my point still stands. There are people, families,

Logan’s face darkened. “Ella, you’re my lawyer. Your job is to win cases for me, not to

not trying to claim that I’m morally superior in any way,” I replied, matching his intensity. “But isn’t it part of my role to offer counsel? Both legally and

reasons are my own. Why does it

a way she would truly appreciate? Evicting families, people with lives

me what my mother would want?” he asked.

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

for a moment. The tension in the room was palpable,

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

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

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

a depth to him I hadn’t anticipated. Yet, with Logan, there were always

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

shut behind him, I felt a mix of emotions. Respect for the love he held for his mother, frustration at his stubbornness, and an overwhelming urge

the silence left in the wake of Logan’s departure was almost suffocating. Before I could gather my

going to do?” she questioned, her voice tinged with concern. I sighed deeply, running a hand

lawyer. You’re a person with values, with ethics. Remember what we just talked about?

in my chair, staring blankly at the ceiling. “I tried, Ema. I really did. But

hint of defiance. “And what about our values? What about standing up for those who can’t?

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