Elsa went silent. “…Galaxy?” she whispered. “What is that?” Ethan’s voice stayed calm. “Galaxy,” he said, “is the true power. The real base. The main body behind everything.” Elsa felt her breath shake. “I… I have never heard of it,” she said softly. “What is the Galaxy Consortium?” Ethan paused. Then he spoke slowly. “Galaxy,” he said, “is the most important consortium my family has ever had.” Elsa’s voice trembled. “Your… family?” she asked. “You mean… the Storm family?” “Yes,” Ethan replied. “The Storm family built it. And we have controlled it in secret… all this time.” Elsa’s eyes widened. “All this time…?” she whispered. “So… even when the Storm family fell… Galaxy still lived?” “Yes,” Ethan said gently. “It went into the dark. It hid. It stayed quiet. No one knew it was ours.” He took a slow breath. “And now,” he said, “I will wake it up again.” Elsa clutched the phone tighter. “So… Nova is not alone,” she said softly. “No,” Ethan answered. “Nova is

“Sir,” one doctor said sharply, waving a hand as though swatting away filth, “this facility is meant for regular patients. People like him… should seek treatment elsewhere.”A nurse stepped forward, blocking their path.“I’m sorry,” she said coldly. “We cannot admit… cases of that condition. You’ll disturb the other patients.”She wrinkled her nose — as though the butler himself were something foul.“Please leave.”Lily’s breath hitched.The butler lowered his head in quiet shame.The hospital lobby fell silent.Ethan’s eyes… went cold but je stayed calm.The fluorescent lights buzzed above them — harsh, sterile, unforgiving.A murmur rippled through the lobby as more hospital staff gathered, whispering, glancing, sneering. A senior doctor in a white coat stepped forward, his expression twisted with disdain.He didn’t look at Ethan.He looked through him — to the butler’s scarred face… to Lily’s bruised arms.His lip curled.“So it really is them,” he muttered.A nurse beside him lean

The lobby froze.Every head snapped toward the source of the voice.Footsteps echoed across the polished marble floor — firm, rapid, cutting through the tension like a blade. A man strode forward from the corridor, white coat flaring behind him, expression thunderous.Morrison.His brows were knit in anger, his jaw tight, eyes blazing with authority as he scanned the chaos unfolding before him.“What,” he repeated, voice sharper, colder, “is going on in my hospital?”The senior doctor was the first to react.He rushed forward eagerly — relief and calculation flashing across his face — and bowed slightly.“Director Morrison!” he exclaimed. “Thank goodness you’re here. This— this man—” He jabbed a finger toward Ethan. “—is causing a disturbance. He assaulted security staff, interfered with hospital procedures, and is refusing to leave despite repeated warnings. We were about to—”“That’s not all, sir!” a nurse added quickly, voice dripping with false indignation. “He barged in demanding

His throat constricted.“I… see,” Morrison whispered.Silence swallowed the lobby.Every staff member felt the shift.The guards slowly released their struggling posture.The nurses exchanged wide-eyed glances.The senior doctor tried to recover.“Director — with respect — we were following administrative policy — the Woods family controls the—”Morrison’s head snapped toward him.His eyes were no longer confused.They were burning.“Enough.”The single word struck like a whip.The senior doctor flinched.Morrison stepped forward — his voice no longer trembling.It thundered.“Is this how you interpret policy?” he demanded. “By degrading human beings? By shoving injured patients out the door? By dragging a wounded man across the floor like garbage?!”The doctor paled.“S–Sir, we— we only—”“You only what?” Morrison snapped. “You only bowed your heads to power? You only obeyed because it was easier than questioning cruelty?”His voice cracked with anger.“With shame?”The nurse who’d s

The words echoed.Heavy.Threatening.Honest.Because at their core…They weren’t just defiance.They were fear pretending to be courage.His breath came uneven now — fury and panic tangled together.“You dismiss me?” he hissed. “Fine. But understand what you’re doing. The Woods own the board. The Woods own the funding. The Woods own the licensing that keeps these walls standing.”He laughed — hollow and brittle.“And you dare challenge them over trash at your doorstep?”Lily flinched.The butler’s hands trembled on the armrests.Ethan’s eyes darkened — a storm gathering quietly — deadly.But he didn’t speak.He didn’t need to.Morrison inhaled slowly.The anger in his chest cooled — not fading… but hardening into something sharper than flame.Resolve.The kind forged only when a man chooses who he will be.He stepped forward.The dismissed doctor instinctively stepped back — but his glare remained.“I see,” Morrison said softly.No thunder.No roar.Just quiet — cutting — final.“You