Rise Of The Forgotten Son-in-law

CHAPTER 5

When Ethan spoke, the bodyguards were ready to draw their guns. However, a man's voice suddenly commanded, "Stop."

The bodyguards froze, their trained instincts kicking in as they turned their attention to the figure emerging from the upstairs a man with a powerful aura and sharp features.

"Young Master." They all bowed respectfully. Morgan Moore, the heir of the Moore's family and its first successor.

Morgan's gaze fell on Ethan Blackwood, a look of concern in his eyes. Finally, he spoke, "How do you know... my grandfather is seriously ill?" His grandfather, Liam Moore, was the head of the Moore's family.

Recently, he had fallen gravely ill and had been bedridden ever since. The old man's position was crucial; any misstep could lead to the downfall of the entire Moore's family.

After all, the Moore's family had plenty of enemies. They had kept the old man's condition a secret, so how did this guy know? "Know? Ha! Your Moore's family is surrounded by dark clouds, like crows perched on the brink of collapse. How could I not know? Moreover, I also know that right now, the only one who can save your grandfather is me," Ethan Blackwood said, hands clasped behind his back.

There was a hint of dominance in his eyes. He had been weak for the first half of his life, but since receiving the inheritance from the celestial being, he had transformed completely.

His master, the renowned Chapman, would not allow him to remain weak.

"What?" Morgan's expression changed instantly, and he hurried to the door. But at that moment, Ethan Blackwood voice rang out from below, "l'll wait one minute. If one minute passes, I'll leave.

Not even the King of Heaven can make me come back. And don't try to threaten me; you're just a small fry from the Moore family, and you're not in a position to threaten me."

How arrogant!

Morgan felt a surge of anger. A small fry from the Moore's family? They were the rulers of Panama City! How dare this guy speak to him like that? But there was no time to reprimand this intruder. He quickly entered another room, which was a hospital.

"You.." Morgan Moore furrowed his brows deeply. He was a young master from a prominent family, a double master's degree holder, and known for his ruthless methods.

Yet today, he found himself facing someone even more domineering than himself. However, this kind of dominance felt different; it was as if the other person was above them all.

Morgan wanted to refuse. After all, it was late at night, and a stranger had barged into his home claiming he could save his grandfather. The more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed, and it was hard to feel at ease.

Just then, someone rushed over and said, "Young Master, the head of the family is in critical condition." ward filled with various sophisticated equipment and several doctors.

They were all renowned doctors, standing around the bed of an elderly man whose breath was faint and fading. Each of them sighed heavily.

"Young Master, it's time to prepare for the worst," one doctor, Sam, the family physician for the Moore's family, said.

He was highly skilled, known as the best in Panama City. He gently patted Morgan Moore on the shoulder. "Mac, Daniel, and Golden have all come by. They all said... sigh..." These three masters were famous in their own right.

The family had paid a hefty sum to bring them in from elsewhere, but upon arrival, they all shook their heads in dismay. The man's condition was too severe.

His life force was nearly extinguished. Nearby, some members of the Moore family heard the news and expressed their sorrow. "Grandpa.. he was such a good man... why... sigh..."

"Grandpa... please don't leave us..." "If Grandpa dies, the Moore family could easily fall apart." The atmosphere grew heavy with despair.

The old man was known for his kindness and had always treated his family with exceptional care, earning their deep affection. Moreover, with Liam gone, the Moore family could truly be on the brink of collapse.

At that moment, no one wanted the old man to leave, especially Morgan Moore. He was raised by Liam. "Is there really no other way?" Morgan grasped the doctor's shoulders tightly, his eyes wide as he stared at him.

"There's nothing we can do. Even if a divine being came today, they couldn't save the old man. Young master, we have to accept.." Dr. Sam said with a bitter smile.

"A divine being? No, there's still one person, one person who can save my grandfather! What time is it now? Hurry, what time is it?" Suddenly, Morgan remembered something and hurriedly checked his phone.

Then he shouted to everyone, "All Moore family members, to the front hall! We need to call someone!" With that, he strode toward the front hall. The remaining Moore's family members were taken aback, but since Morgan was highly respected within the family as the first heir, they quickly followed him to the front hall.

There, they found their young master bowing deeply to a man. "All Moore family members, bow 90 degrees to this gentleman." The Moore's family members were still processing what was happening, but with Morgan giving orders, they hurriedly followed suit. One girl discreetly lifted her gaze and caught a glimpse of the man.

He had a refined appearance, dressed in tattered clothes, yet his aura set him apart from the others. Then, Morgan's voice rang out again!

"Please, sir, help the Moore family."

"Please, help me, Mr. Moore family!"

"Mr. Ethan, help me, Moore family!" The people behind them echoed the cries. In that moment, they likely realized the kind of big shot Morgan Moore had brought in.

Ethan Blackwood glanced at them, then checked his phone, seeing the countdown at fifty-nine seconds. He said, "Shouting won't help. Fifty-nine seconds, Morgan Moore, you're quite lucky." With that, Ethan Blackwood headed upstairs, with Morgan following closely behind.

Morgan wasn't trying to make a big deal out of this; there was more than one Moore family in Panama City. He was confident that his skills could impress any family in Panama City. "Sir, what do you need?" Morgan asked from behind.

"I need an empty room, thirteen needles, and a financing contract for the Elite Group in Panama City. It needs to be delivered by tomorrow morning."