Godly Investor:A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations Chapter 183

Upon hearing what Ethan just said everyone’s eyes widened, they couldn’t believe their ears.

"Fix this?"

Serenity uncle’s laugh held a hysterical edge, his perfectly whitened teeth flashing under hospital lights.

He pointed at Ethan and gazed at him from head to toe with a disgusting look.

"You fix this, do you even know who the Silvers are?"

His perfectly hand swept through the air dismissively.

" What a joke, I thought he was foolish, but I wasn’t expecting this high level of foolishness, and serenity brought him here to mock us."

At that mont he gazed at serenity and pointed at her.

" Now everything is becoming so clear as day, you have been going around with this thing, and you left Noah."

imdiately he shook his head in disappointnt.

" how I wish your father was awake to co see this nonsense."

At that mont Cousin Margaret snickered behind her Hermès scarf. "He probably thinks the Silver family are so kind of common rich family, those rich little families he knows."

Her pearls clicked together as she shook her head.

" I just can’t believe Serenity would do sothing so unthinkable, to break up with Noah and follow this thing, now Noah is gone because of her."

"And you—"

The uncle’s attention snapped back to Serenity, his face reddening until veins pulsed at his temples. His Italian leather shoes squeaked against the floor as he spun toward her. "You think I wouldn’t find out right? Now tell , did you pay the hospital bill for the family maid that got involved in an accident? How dare you authorize a VIP transfer?"

His eyes narrowed as he jabbed a finger at the private wing’s golden signage, voice rising with each word.

"Wasting what little money we have left on a luxury ward?"

At that mont Serenity’s mouth opened and closed soundlessly, her tear-stained face showing confusion as she glanced at the expensive surroundings. Her fingers clutched at her wrinkled dress as realization dawned about where Ethan had brought them.

The gathered family leaned forward as one, designer perfus mixing in the air. Aunt Helen’s fingers tightened around her crystal prayer beads.

Cousin Jas pulled out his phone, already calculating the cost of the private ride he would have done if Noah did die. Their faces twisted with fresh outrage, hungry for new reasons to bla the family’s collapse on Serenity.

The tension in the waiting room grew thicker as Serenity stepped forward, her voice calm but firm. "Ethan helped,"

she said, her words slicing through the silence. The excitent from monts ago drained away as every eye turned to Ethan.

The looks on their faces shifted—no longer curious, no longer celebratory of serenity downfall. Disgust began to creep into their expressions, as if the very idea of Ethan being involved left a sour taste in their mouths.

Serenity uncle scoffed, shaking his head.

"Even if Ethan could do sothing like that," he said, his voice laced with contempt,

"It doesn’t an he can make good on what he said earlier."

There were murmurs of agreent among the others, their skepticism now directed squarely at Ethan. He stood there, unfazed, his expression unreadable as they continued to scrutinize him.

At that mont his throat cleared, his gaze narrowing.

"According to the maid," he said, addressing everyone.

"She was treated by the best doctor. The best. If Ethan was involved in that, let’s see if he can do the sa for Serenity’s father."

Imdiately all eyes returned to Ethan, the challenge hanging heavily in the air. For a mont, he didn’t respond, his calm deanor almost infuriating to those waiting for his answer. Then, he finally spoke.

"It was a one-ti offer," Ethan said simply, his voice steady. "From Mr. Davis."

" He’s a clown,"

Serenity uncle’s laugh bounced off sterile walls, his perfectly whitened teeth flashing.

"Can’t even arrange a doctor, but claims he’ll handle the Silvers."

His perfectly pressed suit shook with mocking laughter, gold cufflinks catching the light.

"What’s next? Will you pull a rabbit from your hat?"

At that mont Cousin Margaret tittered behind her manicured hand, pearls clicking as she shook with amusent.

Aunt Helen clutched her prayer beads tighter, muttering about delusional youth.

However Serenity’s eyes darted between them, fresh tears threatening to spill, she rembered Ethan said the sa thing to her the other day. Her fingers left damp marks on the expensive wallpaper as she steadied herself, the hospital’s soft music playing an absurd counterpoint to her world crumbling.

"I’ll help Serenity,"

Ethan’s voice cut through the mockery.

"That’s all that matters."

He turned away from their sneers and knowing smirks.

And walked outside.

He brought out his phone and called Naomi, his phone connected on the first ring, screen glowing in the darkness.

"Naomi,"

His voice carried quiet urgency. "The York family. I need everything - their holdings, their debts, their weaknesses."

His free hand clenched as he listened.

"The Silvers pulled out, and the whole house of cards is falling. Find the pressure points."

"Handle it through the Godly Investor’s accounts,"

he told Naomi, watching raindrops race down glass windows.

"Make it clean, make it quiet."

Without waiting for Naomi to respond Ethan ended the call.

Imdiately he made a second phone call.

His second call connected before the screen had ti to dim. The hospital director answered imdiately, sleep forgotten in his voice.

" One of the York family mber is in our hospital,"

Ethan said without preamble. Distant thunder punctuated his words.

"I want him moved to special care. Now."

"Of course,"

Davis’s voice carried a careful pause, papers rustling in the background.

"How should we... present this?"

His chair creaked as he leaned forward.

"Given his family’s current situation, we could say it’s out of respect for the York na—"

"No."

The word cut through the night air like a blade. A nurse walking past quickened her steps at his tone. "Make it clear. The treatnt cos at my order. My na."

His reflection in the rain-streaked window showed no emotion.

"Not his status, not his family’s past glory."

Another ambulance wailed in the distance as Davis cleared his throat. "I understand completely. Your na only. I’ll see to it personally."