Rise Of The Forgotten Son-in-law

CHAPTER 2

Knock, knock, knock!

Salome stormed up the stairs, banging on Ethan Blackwood's door with each strike, shouting,"Ethan, you mute! You deaf? Are you ignoring us? Open up! If I don't teach you a lesson today, I won't call myself Salome! Open the door, mute! Open up..." She continued to pound on the door.

However, inside, Ethan paid her no mind. He had locked the door and was busy preparing some herbs, grinding them down before mixing them with water to drink.

This was the herbal remedy he needed for his spiritual training. After drinking it, the cup fell to the floor, and Ethan's complexion began to darken, as if he were being poisoned.

He quickly sat down and began to practice the technique his master had taught him, repeating the movements over and over. His face grew increasingly darker.

Gradually, a wisp of black smoke began to rise. Finally, with a loud "poof!" Ethan spat out a mouthful of black blood into the trash can he had prepared in front of him.

Gasping for air, he murmured, "I... feel so good..." Having not spoken for so long, his voice sounded like a worn-out tape, carrying an eerie quality.

Eventually, Ethan stood up from the floor. The weak aura around him began to grow stronger, his presence shifting. His eyes sharpened, and he transformed completely.

Just then, with a loud clang, Ethan opened the door, catching Salome off guard as she was banging away. She stumbled and fell to the ground. "Oh, Ethan... do you want to die?" Salome stood up, ready to slap Ethan, but with a loud thud, he caught her hand.

"You dare to fight back..." Salome tried to curse at him, but in the next moment, a sharp gaze like a sword fell upon her, making her freeze in place, a shiver running down her spine.

Ethan was no longer the same as before. Breaking through the barriers didn't just mean he could talk; it also meant he could wield all sorts of incredible powers.

This was a technique. A technique that took ten years to cultivate before it could be unleashed. Just then, a voice interrupted from the side. "Wow, my useless brother-in-law is feeling brave today, even daring to block my mom's slap. But if you're really tough, why don't you go find my sister, your wife? She's at the White Club, currently in another man's arms." A young woman walked out from the hallway, casually filing her nails as she spoke, her eyes and words dripping with disdain for Ethan.

This woman was Beatrice Thompson. She was the younger sister of his wife, Jasmine Thompson, and had never bothered to look at him properly.

Leaning against the wall, she continued, "But, ha, what can a mute do? Useless is useless. I really don't know why my sister chose you, you dead weight. Oh, and by the way, you can't even hear what l'm saying." As she spoke, Beatrice had a look of frustration on her face.

Ethan, after hearing her words, turned and walked away, leaving the two women stunned. "Why did he leave?" Beatrice asked, her hand still frozen mid-manicure.

Salome, trying to make sense of it, replied, "He just heard what you said. Maybe he went to the White Club to find your sister?" Salome rolled her eyes.

"Mom, you forgot he can't hear! Seriously, did he really get scared by that loser? And about the White Club-today is the day that Eden Jackson from the Jackson family asked my sister to come over. Do you know who he is? If he goes, what can he do?" After venting her frustration, Beatrice glanced at Ethan's retreating figure and whispered, "If only he could really save my sister. That Eden Jackson is not a good person, and my sister doesn't like him..." But after saying that, Beatrice shook her head, slapping her cheeks lightly. What was she thinking? Putting her hopes in that loser was ridiculous.

Her disdain and mockery for Ethan resurfaced in her eyes. Meanwhile, Ethan was heading straight for the White Club. Yes, he was going to save Jasmine Thompson.

But why?

No particular reason. It was simply because Jasmine was special. Years ago, Ethan found himself in dire straits at the orphanage.

His caretaker, Hannah, was suffering from liver cancer and needed $500,000 for treatment. In desperation, he sold himself to the Thompson family, becoming their son-in-law.

As a deaf-mute, an orphan, and a so-called "failure," becoming a son-in-law to such a prominent family came with its own set of challenges.

He faced endless ridicule, neglect, and oppression, enduring humiliation at every turn. But Jasmine was different.

She never insulted Ethan or bullied him. In fact, she gave him $10,000 every month so he could donate to the orphanage, repaying the kindness he had received.

She even appeared with him at the orphanage in front of Hannah, pretending to be a loving couple to reassure her that they truly cared for each other.

Ethan owed Jasmine. No, perhaps it was more accurate to say he had hopelessly fallen in love with her. Now, he was heading to the White Club.

He knew what was at stake. Although he slept on the floor, he was aware of many things about Jasmine, including the current crisis her company was facing due to a cash flow shortage.

To resolve this, they needed an investment. Currently, the only company willing to invest was the Jackson family group.

However, Eden Jackson, the young master of the Jackson family, demanded that Jasmine accompany him for dinner tonight in exchange for the investment.

Everyone knew what that implied. Going there would be like a lamb walking into a tiger's den!

And Ethan Blackwood would never agree to that!

"White Club."

The club was owned by the Jackson family group, and tonight, it had been booked exclusively for a private event. In the most luxurious room, sat a woman dressed in a professional outfit.

Unlike the typical cold demeanor associated with such attire, she exuded a gentle and graceful aura. Her simple yet elegant look was complemented by a pair of sparkling earrings that caught the light.

Her hair was tied up, revealing her oval face and a pair of almond-shaped eyes that seemed to hold secrets, bright and captivating.

However, at that moment, her brows were tightly furrowed. Across from her sat Eden Jackson, a young master of the Jackson family, dressed casually but with a hint of mischief in his eyes.

He looked at Jasmine Thompson and said, "Jasmine, this is just our private gathering tonight. Why are you dressed for work? Are you planning to discuss business?" Eden chuckled, confident in his position.

The Jackson family had a firm grip on the current situation, having made arrangements with all the major groups. The only company that could save Jasmine now was theirs. He was certain Jasmine would show up.

After all, everyone knew that this company was a legacy left to her by her late father, a culmination of his life's work and a treasured possession.

She could never abandon it. So today, he was sure he had her cornered. No one could save her now!