"Oh, Ethan is also here."
Outside the hospital room, lody Crowe, dressed in high fashion and carrying a million-dollar bag, walked in arrogantly.
Seeing Ethan Grant there, lody’s expression was displeased. "Arthur, your eldest son is also here."
Arthur Grant’s expression was equally sour. Upon entering the room, he first glanced at Ethan Grant, then looked at Yvette Aston lying on the hospital bed.
Yvette felt sowhat nervous and sat up fearfully.
Ethan instinctively took a step forward, standing protectively beside Yvette’s bed, blocking lody Crowe with a low, oppressive stance.
"Ethan, what do you an by this? Are you protecting this woman?" lody’s voice was sowhat sharp. "Do you even know who she is? She’s your brother’s fiancée, that little scamr from the Aston Family."
"After marrying into the Grant Family for so many years, you still haven’t shed the innate crassness and lack of refinent in your speech." Ethan Grant’s cold eyes warned lody Crowe to watch her words.
Currently afraid of Ethan, lody didn’t dare to lash out directly. She could only grip her hands tight, turning to hug Arthur’s arm. "Arthur, look at this..."
Yvette leaned against the hospital bed, clenching her hands tightly, secretly glancing at Ethan Grant. He’s really tall, and seems quite reassuring.
Yvette had the illusion that as long as Ethan Grant was around, nothing could happen to her.
He wouldn’t let anyone touch even a hair on her head...
"Ethan, do you know your brother was taken away by the police?" Arthur Grant asked Ethan, his brows furrowed.
"I was there." Ethan Grant leaned against the bed, lazily crossing his long legs. "Henry Jennings called the police."
"..." Yvette said nothing, knowing it was Ethan Grant who had actually called the police.
He was quite good at deflecting responsibilities.
"Henry Jennings?" lody Crowe was so angry she gritted her teeth, knowing full well it was Ethan who called the police, but having no evidence to refute it.
"Miss Aston, my son was a bit impulsive. How do you plan to resolve this matter? Do you want money, or sothing else?" Arthur’s gaze fell on Yvette.
lody was furious, believing Ethan Grant was trying to shirk responsibility. "Ethan, if you didn’t call the police, what are you doing here? Jayden is your brother. Are you just going to watch as this woman calls the police and gets your brother taken away?"
Ethan couldn’t even be bothered to respond to lody Crowe.
Seeing Ethan ignore her, lody was about to explode. "Arthur, look at Ethan. He’s clearly doing this on purpose. Jayden got taken into custody, which tarnishes the Grant Group’s reputation. The company’s shares are bound to be affected. With the brothers not getting along and the family in discord, aren’t you just adding fuel to the fire? How can Ethan be so inconsiderate?"
Yvette was shocked looking at lody Crowe, who was truly embodying the act of blaming the victim.
Instinctively, she glanced at Ethan Grant, rembering that his mother passed away when he was seventeen and lody Crowe entered the Grant Family half a year after.
Back then, Ethan hadn’t reached adulthood, and he certainly must have suffered a lot in that household...
Despite her own life being in shambles, Yvette found that she felt a twinge of pity for seventeen-year-old Ethan Grant.
"The one shaming the Grant Family isn’t Jayden Grant with his utter lack of manners, disregard for the law, personal injury, and audacity?" Ethan scoffed, his clear jawline visible as he lightly tilted his head, exhibiting a lazy yet potent presence.
He was mocking, mocking lody Crowe’s absurdity.
"Father, a child who steals a pin will grow up to steal gold. Without discipline, trouble is bound to happen, right?" Ethan was hinting to Arthur Grant that it was lody who failed in teaching her son properly.
"Ethan, step out for a mont." Arthur took a deep breath, rubbing his temple.
Yvette watched Ethan with anxiety, fearing he might actually leave.
"Arthur, he intends to ruin his brother’s life, yet they’re brothers. Why must he act so eagerly to harm his kin?" Seeing that Ethan had no intention of leaving, lody started to cry. "Ethan never liked Jayden since childhood, always bullying him, and now that they’re older, he wants to fra him."
"Ethan Grant, is that what you’re thinking?" Arthur frowned, heavily implying bla.
Ethan Grant sneered, a classic case of being wrongly accused.
"Just like you all, he’s here to plead with to drop the charges privately. I refused." Yvette, mustering courage, spoke up, her hands clenched tightly.
Arthur and lody’s gaze simultaneously fell upon Yvette’s face.
Her words exonerated Ethan Grant completely.
Ethan furrowed his brow, remaining silent.
"Jayden Grant committed personal injury, forcing with bodyguards. It’s an undeniable fact." Yvette took a deep breath. "Ms. Crowe, you’ve been with the Grant family for years, yet raised a son who casually tramples on the law?"
lody’s face turned dark, stepping forward to scold Yvette. "You little wench, having served five years in prison, how dare you speak?"
Before Ethan could intervene to stop lody, Yvette had already raised her hand, gripping lody’s wrist tightly.
Though she looked so frail, her wrist bled through the bandage from the exertion.
She stared at lody Crowe, her voice trembling and hoarse, with defiance in her eyes. "Is Ms. Crowe envious? Wanting your own son to be jailed as well? Illegal detention, illegal restriction of personal freedom, denying human rights, instructing bodyguards to commit wrongdoings, intentional harm, causing disability, at least three years..."
lody was shocked looking at Yvette, then turned to Arthur Grant. "Arthur, is she blackmailing us?"
Arthur’s eyes darkened, and he looked at Ethan with a slight sense of guilt. "Ethan, what terms did you propose that she refuses to settle and drop the case?"
Ethan glanced at Yvette and smiled.
He didn’t want Yvette to speak out to protect her, knowing she was timid by nature.
Yet, she wanted to protect him instead.
"Three million." Yvette spoke before Ethan could.
Ethan leaned against the side, looking at Yvette with interest.
Yvette’s acun lay in her understanding of her own value.
"Just cutting yourself a few tis to earn three million? Dream on," lody said angrily.
"Simply giving birth to a son and daughter without raising them well, yet wanting to seize the Grant Group empire built by Mr. Grant and his ex-wife and the old master of the Grant Family — between us, who’s dreaming bigger?" Yvette clenched the blanket.
She had to save herself.
Being timid and passively hiding behind Ethan for protection — how long could he protect her?
She must... find a way to bind herself to Ethan, making them a community of interests.
Ensuring they’re mutually valuable to one another.
Only this way can she protect herself, ensuring Ethan... will always protect her.
Ethan lifted the corner of his mouth, realizing she wasn’t just a timid rabbit who wouldn’t retaliate.
Usually silent, yet spoke with sharpness.
"Yvette, are you looking to die?" lody was obviously enraged.
"I’ll add another two million," Arthur coldly interjected, cutting off lody’s curses.
Yvette looked at Arthur Grant and shook her head. "Five years ago, I was frad and imprisoned for extortion by you people. Once bitten, twice shy... I don’t want your money."
Arthur frowned, scrutinizing Yvette. "Then what do you want?"
Yvette’s palms began to sweat, slowly releasing her fingers, and looking up at Ethan Grant. "I want Ethan Grant to marry ."
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