Rise Of The Forgotten Son-in-law

CHAPTER 4

After some time, someone finally discovered Eden Jackson, his head covered in blood. "Young master, young master!" The exclamations startled those nearby, and they quickly rushed him to the hospital.

On the way, Eden struggled to open his eyes, filled with hatred as he muttered, "Ethan Blackwood, I won't let you get away with this. Jasmine, you won't escape either." Meanwhile, Ethan had successfully rescued Jasmine.

However, once they were outside, Jasmine suddenly said, "Um, Ethan, you can let go of my hand now."

"Oh, right." As they walked down the street, Ethan finally released her hand. But in his mind, he thought, her hands are so delicate, so smooth, so soft-no wonder she's my wife.

He then looked up at Jasmine. Their hands were now free. Jasmine was dressed in a sleek black business outfit that accentuated her stunning figure.

As a gentle breeze blew, her hair danced lightly in the wind. Having had a bit to drink, her cheeks were slightly flushed, making her look incredibly charming. "How come you can talk now? And you fought so well?" Jasmine asked, puzzled.

When her family had pressured her to marry into a prominent family, she didn't want to go through with it, so she had to choose someone to be her nominal husband.

In the end, she picked Ethan Blackwood. But it was mainly because he was deaf-mute, making him easier to control. She wanted to avoid any complications.

But today, she discovered that Ethan Blackwood had suddenly spoken up, and he was surprisingly capable. Ethan paused for a moment, unsure how to explain to Jasmine that he had inherited a celestial legacy and was now a practitioner, existing on a different level than ordinary people.

Would Jasmine believe him?No, she wouldn't. In fact, if he randomly pulled someone off the street to tell them, they probably wouldn't believe it either.

There was a good chance Jasmine would think he needed to see a psychiatrist and label him as crazy. Just as he was struggling to find the right words, Jasmine said, "Maybe you just found a way to heal him. As for whether you can fight or not, well, we never really gave you a chance to show it. Perhaps you've always been capable; we just never noticed, right?"

"Uh.. yeah,"Ethan nodded vigorously. He was relieved to have a way out of the explanation. Then Jasmine rubbed her temples and said, "The real issue now is today's mess. Eden Jackson is in this state because of you, and he definitely won't be investing now. My company is on the brink of bankruptcy, and the Jackson family is going to come after us for sure." The reason she had just explained things to Ethan was that she was currently more concerned about her own financing.

She was worried about the trouble from the Jackson family. That was the crux of the matter right now. Trouble. A massive amount of trouble. How could her small company possibly compete with the Jackson family group?

"Anyway, thank you, Ethan Blackwood. If it weren't for you today, I might... really have been unable to protect myself," Jasmine said, a self-deprecating smile appearing on her lips as she mocked herself. She continued, "If it really comes down to it, don't worry. You stood up for me today, so l'll liquidate everything I can from my company to help you escape Panama City."

"No." Ethan Blackwood shook his head, looking directly at Jasmine. "l'll stay with you."

"You?" Jasmine turned to Ethan, taking a serious look at him for the first time. He was dressed in the cheapest clothes imaginable, even his shoes looked like they came from a street vendor.

Jasmine shook her head and said, "Ethan Blackwood, we're not from the same World." It was true. She had been kind to Ethan. While others treated him harshly, she was the exception.

But that was just her nature she couldn't bear to see someone suffer. However, the reality was that they were ultimately worlds apart.

Today was the first time Jasmine truly assessed Ethan, and she quickly averted her gaze. They were simply not from the same world. To put it bluntly, Ethan Blackwood was not worthy of her. "Let's go. I'll help you pack your things. Tomorrow, the Thompson family might be in big trouble," Jasmine said as she turned toward her car.

Just then, Ethan's voice rang out from behind her, "I won't be packing anything, and the Thompson family won't be in any trouble tomorrow. Trust me."

"Huh?" Jasmine turned back, only to find that he was gone. Ethan Blackwood had vanished. "Is he just running away?" Jasmine raised an eyebrow.

Throughout her career, she had encountered too many people like that those who shouted grand promises only to disappear the next day, leaving behind a mix of hope and despair.

That's why Jasmine had never believed in such words. "But since we've been together for three years, I'll give you this one chance. I'll go back and pack your things and prepare some money for you. I hope you come back tomorrow," Jasmine murmured to herself.

For now, that was all she could do. If he returned tomorrow, it would mean Ethan Blackwood was truly looking for a solution.

But then again, he was just an orphan who had grown up in a children's home, deaf and mute for over twenty years. What could an ordinary person like him possibly do? Jasmine had never placed her hopes on Ethan Blackwood.

She gazed up at the sky; the darkness of the night had passed, but an even greater darkness loomed ahead. They had crossed the Thompson family, and the Thompson family would not let them off easily.

Meanwhile, Ethan Blackwood was making his way to another family in Panama City, the Moore family.

The Moore family was vast, with influence across several provinces, but their stronghold was in Panama City, where they were the undisputed rulers-unmatched by anyone.

Ethan blended into the shadows, moving swiftly. He felt the changes in his body, recalling his past knowledge-the sacred texts of medicine, the secrets of cultivation, and the mystical arts of the world.

His master had taught him a lot, but all of it could only be used after breaking through the Spirit Gate. So, he had endured humiliation and hardship for over a decade.

Now, he was ready to reveal his true self. As for Jasmine's claim that they were from different worlds, he admitted that it was true in the past, but now he had earned the right to stand alongside her.

As he approached the Moore family, a figure burst into the scene. However, he had not concealed himself well and was quickly spotted.

The security of a prominent family was always tight; a swarm of guards surrounded him, and countless others had their guns trained on him from the shadows. Any sign of trouble, and they would shoot him on the spot. Yet, despite being encircled, the man remained calm.

He casually sat down on the living room sofa, poured himself a cup of tea, and took a sip. After finishing, he looked toward a corner on the upper floor and spoke up. "Morgan Moore, your grandfather is dying."