Excuse Me, Sir! I Am Not Useless

004. Meeting With The Girlboss!

Ethan was taken straight to the precinct.

When they arrived, he signed the necessary documents without protest and allowed the officers to lead him to the cell where he would remain until his case was reopened.

Of course, Ethan did not panic.

He was rich—powerful enough to make a single phone call and walk out of there before sunset if he wished.

His grandfather alone could shake the entire police force the moment he heard that his grandson had been arrested for a crime he did not commit.

But Ethan chose to stay quiet.

He knew it would not be long before he was released.

Lying low was wiser than causing a scene.

He had barely settled behind the cold iron bars when a sharp female voice cut through the station.

“I need to see a man called Stephen King! He is in this precinct, and I heard he was arrested.”

Ethan lifted his head.

From where he stood, he caught sight of her.

The lady was so beautiful, tall and heavily authorized.

Even from a distance, there was something commanding about her presence—something that made people listen whether they wanted to or not.

His lips parted slightly as he blinked more than once.

Damn.

She was beautiful.

This was the first time in four years of marriage that Ethan had found himself admiring another woman.

He loved his wife—Ava—but this woman…

She was breathtaking. Striking in a way that made it difficult to look away.

His thoughts were still tangled around her when fingers snapped sharply in front of his face.

Ethan’s gaze refocused.

She was standing right in front of him.

The very same woman who had been yelling at the officers moments ago.

Up close, her beauty was even more intense, but it was her eyes that held him—fierce, intelligent, and unapologetically bold.

“Are you going to keep staring or are you going to tell me where Stephen King is?” She asked coolly, folding her arms across her chest

Ethan quickly regained his composure.

“Hi. How may I be of help to you?”

“Stephen King! I have been searching for you. Now that I’m here, I’ll arrange your bail and then we’ll proceed with the marriage.” The woman said, stepping closer to the cell.

“I’m Michaela Murfers, by the way.”

Ethan was surprised to the core.

Marriage?

He glanced around him, expecting another man to step forward and answer the question Michaela just asked.

But there was no one else in front of her.

And there was NO one behind him either.

So, he became more confused.

“Sorry, Madam? Are you… speaking to me?”

“Yeah. You’re Stephen. I was directed to you for our registered marriage. The conditions are as follows—”

“No, no,” Ethan cut in quickly, raising a hand through the bars.

“You’re definitely making a mistake. I don’t know who you are, and we’ve never met before. Plus, my name is not Stephen. I’m Ethan. Ethan Loner.”

For a brief second, everywhere was quiet.

Michaela’s confident expression disappeared immediately.

According to the directive she had received, Stephen King was in this particular cell.

Even the officer at the desk had pointed directly at Ethan when she asked.

But now? It happened to be a mistaken identity.

This signaled Ethan to believe that Michaela doesn't even know the face of the man she is searching for.

Realizing her mistake, Michaela cleared her throat awkwardly. “I’m sorry. You looked so much like him. I thought it was you.”

Ethan almost chuckled at the irony but held back.

She turned as if to leave, but suddenly her steps faltered and she coughed loudly.

Eyes turned to her.

Then she coughed again and again….

Ethan’s brows furrowed. “Are you okay?”

Michaela forced a straight posture and waved him off. “No need to worry about me, Ethan. I’m completely fine.”

She lied, and proceeded to leave when another violent cough seized her body.

This time, it was harsher. Deeper.

And then….

A dark stain appeared on her palm.

It was BLOOD!

She quickly tried to conceal the blood in her palm but Ethan already saw it.

At that moment, he knew something was terribly wrong.

“Miss Murfers!” he called sharply, reaching through the bars and grabbing her wrist before she could walk away.

“You seem to be quite sick. And judging by your symptoms, you’ve developed a lung disorder. If care isn’t taken, it might spread to your heart.”

Michaela stiffened and pulled her hand slightly.

“I’m fine. Don’t interfere. After all, you’re not a doctor.”

Ethan ignored her resistance.

With his free hand, he slipped it into his pocket, searching carefully.

If he wasn’t mistaken, he had taken one of his HEALER pills with him before his arrest.

They were specially formulated by him—crafted to cure virtually any ailment.

His fingers brushed against a small container.

Luckily, he had one left.

He brought it out and extended the pill toward her.

“Just take this, Miss Murfers. I’m sure it will heal you.” He said.

But Michaela stared at the pill in disbelief.

“You expect me to take that?” she asked incredulously. “A pill I don’t even know where it came from? If I may ask, are you even a doctor? Why are you handling medicine when you’re not one?”

“I may not be a doctor, but I can save your life!” Ethan responded, adding. “This ailment of yours is capable of killing you. You have to take this pill if you still value your life. So go ahead. Take it.”