The Belittled Husband Now A Trillionaira Boss.

Chapter 7

At that moment Ethan said nothing at first.

He simply stood there, looking down at the injured woman on the floor, then at the two women kneeling beside her, then at the bullet lying discarded on the tile.

Finally, he spoke, his voice was calm. Flat. Matter-of-fact.

“It's done,” he said. “But you still need to get her to a hospital for stitching. The wound needs to be closed properly. That's all.”

He turned to leave.

But before he could take more than a step, Grace  scrambled to her feet and moved toward him.

“Wait,” she said quickly. "Please, wait."

Ethan paused but did not turn around.

She bowed slightly, her voice thick with emotion.

“Thank you,” she said. “Thank you so much for helping us. Thank you for doing this. I don't know what we would have done if you hadn't—”

“It's fine,” Ethan said, cutting her off gently. “No problem.”

At that moment  Victoria didn't know what she was going to say at this point, she didn't actually believe Ethan at the first glance.

He doesn't look like a doctor or a Divine doctor, his appearance actually  doesn't even convince her, but seeing what he just did, she has not other reason then to Joined in as well, her tone softer now, though still carrying an edge of uncertainty.

“Really,” she said. “We're grateful. We didn't know what to do. You saved her life.”

Ethan nodded once, briefly.

“You have nothing to worry about now,” he said. “Just get her to a hospital. She'll be fine.”

He started walking again, back toward the bench where his mother's urn still sat waiting.

Behind him, the two women exchanged glances.

Relieved, confused, still trying to process what they had just witnessed.

But Ethan had already mentally moved on, he had done what the system, wanted but he was still confused.

He should have gotten mission completed by now, but he didn't get any.

"Or maybe I won't get that." he said to himself."

He had helped the lady, now it's Emma that's on his mind, he still have some time left, if he leave now he would still meet up.

Now it was time to leave.

But before he could move on step, a voice cut through the air behind him.

It was sharp, cold.

“Wait, you have to wait”

Ethan's jaw tightened slightly.

He did not turn around.

Victoria voice came again, louder this time, more insistent.

“Why do I feel like you had something to do with this?”

Ethan closed his eyes briefly.

Of course.

The woman continued, her tone hardening with every word.

"Why do I feel like you knew exactly what you were doing? Why does this whole thing feel like it was planned?" She paused, and when she spoke again, her voice had dropped into something quieter but far more dangerous. "You belong to the Black Dragon Group, don't you?"

Ethan opened his eyes, still, he did not turn around.

"Because they have miraculous doctors among them too," the woman pressed. "I've heard the stories. Healers who can do things ordinary doctors can't. And you—" She hesitated, as though trying to find the right words. "There's something strange about you. Something that doesn't add up."

For a long moment, Ethan said nothing.

Then, finally, he turned his head just enough to glance back at her over his shoulder.

His expression was unreadable.

"Do I look like someone who would stoop that low?" he said quietly. "Someone who would get involved in something like that?"

The woman faltered slightly, but her suspicion did not fade entirely.

Ethan stood.

"I helped you," he said. "That's all. Now I'm leaving."

He turned away and started walking back toward the station exit.

 Seeing Ethan taking some steps Victoria opened her mouth as if to say something more, but the Grace grabbed her arm and shook her head sharply.

"Let him go," she said under her breath. "He saved her. That's all that matters."

However Victoria hesitated, then fell silent.

Ethan kept walking, he had no interest in their theories.

No interest in their suspicions.

No interest in being pulled into whatever drama had led to a young woman getting shot in the first place.

He had done enough, more than enough.

Now he just wanted to leave.

He reached the edge of the station platform and stopped, scanning the road outside for any sign that the traffic had begun to clear.

It had, slightly.

Not much, but enough that vehicles were starting to move again in slow, halting waves.

He exhaled quietly, soon.

The bus would come soon.

And then he would go see Emma

However at that moment the sound of engines roared suddenly from the direction of the main road.

It was loud, aggressive.

Multiple vehicles moving fast.

Ethan's head turned sharply toward the noise.

A moment later, six black Mercedes vans came tearing around the corner, their tires screeching against the asphalt as they swerved sharply and came to a hard, violent stop directly in front of the bus station.

All six doors opened at once, and men began pouring out, immediately the people around immediately ran for safety.