NovelGoldChapter 216 Sean towered over him, his presence commanding and unyielding. With a deliberate movement, he reached out and grasped the man's chin, forcing eye contact. Sean's gaze was like a deep, unfathomable abyss, dark and chilling, seeming as if it could swallow one's very soul.
Despite Ethan's status as the esteemed heir of the Linwood family, accustomed to a life of privilege, even he couldn't suppress the shiver that ran down his spine when faced with such a sinister stare.
"You're so concerned about Vanessa," Sean's voice was a low, icy drawl, dripping with disdain. "Do you fancy her?" Ethan was taken aback, his mouth slightly agape in disbelief, as though he'd just heard the most absurd joke in the world. Before he could gather his thoughts, Sean spat out another phrase, cold and cutting, "Truly repulsive." Releasing Ethan's chin with a look of distaste, Sean grimaced as if he'd touched something utterly filthy. The driver, sensing the moment, promptly handed him a pristine white handkerchief. Sean took it, methodically wiping his hands before casually tossing the cloth onto Ethan's face.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe white handkerchief slid down, landing on the dusty ground, a symbolic reflection of Ethan's current state- rumpled, devalued, and utterly disgraced.
Turning on his heel, Sean made his way to the car. Desperation clawed at Ethan's heart, compelling him to shout like a drowning man grasping at straws, "Mr. Foster, please spare Vanessa. I can repay the twenty million!" Sean paused mid-step, turning slightly to cast a cold, indifferent glance back at Ethan. "Money is the least of my concerns." "Then what do you want?" Ethan was at his wit's end, unable to fathom what could possibly sway Sean to relent. Sean didn't answer immediately. He stood there, a silent figure, his lips curving into a barely perceptible smirk. His aim was to see Claire happy, and those who had wronged her punished. But these were thoughts he had no intention of sharing with Ethan.
Sliding into the car, Sean's driver quickly followed suit, and Liam, who had been standing nearby, shoved Ethan aside before joining them. The car glided away, leaving Ethan to collapse onto the ground, defeated.
It was only now, watching the car disappear, that Ethan realized the full extent of his actions. He had single- handedly destroyed the last vestige of his bond with Claire. This was a mess of his own making.
With great effort, Ethan staggered to his feet and stumbled towards his own vehicle, his steps unsteady. He drove recklessly to the hospital.
Inside the hospital room, Nathan and Adah writhed in agony on their beds, the effects of the anesthesia long gone, their cries echoing through the space, a haunting chorus of suffering.
"Get us the pain pump, now!" Nathan shouted hoarsely, sweat pouring down his forehead, his complexion ashen from the pain.
Just as the nurse approached with the pain pump, Ethan burst in, his voice rough and furious, "No! Don't use it!"
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNathan was incensed, ignoring the burning pain in his leg as he pointed at Ethan and cursed, "What the hell are you saying? Are you trying to letand your mother suffer to death?" "Ha! Ha-ha!" Ethan's laughter csuddenly, a wild, bitter sound filled with despair. His manic demeanor startled Nathan and Adah, momentarily distracting them from their pain.
The nurse, taken aback by Ethan's deranged state, nearly dropped the pain pump. Ethan stormed forward, sweeping all the medications from the cabonto the floor, the glass bottles shattering with a sharp crash.
His eyes were bloodshot, glaring fiercely at his parents on the bed.
"Claire's leg was broken in prison, and Ve she had to endure without treatment because of you. You left her in such a wretched state. Why should you get relief?"
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