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Chapter 76
Chapter 76
Madison felt a dull scrape on her left arm from the car’s brush, not painful, but enough to knock her off her feet, tumbling twice on the ground.
It all happened in the blink of an eye; the car drove past and sped
away.
“President Grant! Captain Madison” William shouted as he ran from the vehicle.
Madison, lying on the ground, clutched her arm immediately, her
face ashen.
Ignoring his own tumble, Ethan knelt and pulled Madison into his arms, his voice trembling, “Madison?”
“I’m… I’m okay…”
She was just a bit sore from the fall, nothing crushed-a minor issue.
But the soreness was undeniable.
Before Madison could get up, Ethan suddenly roared, “Are you out of
your mind?”
“?”
She blinked innocently.
Ethan’s eyes reddened with rage, “Why did you pull me? Couldn’t you dodge yourself first?”
Madison instinctively responded, “I was afraid you’d get hit, so I pulled you away without thinking.”
It sounded like a plane had just landed nearby.
The noise of the wheels hitting the tarmac was loud, mixing with Madison’s words, weighing heavily on Ethan’s heart.
Such a heavy, sinking feeling.
She was worried he’d get hit…
Ethan pulled her up, unconcerned about the passersby who stopped
and stared, bending over to brush the dust off her himself.
“Are you hurt anywhere?” His tone was terse.
Madison’s arm was numb, “Just the arm, nothing else. You?”
Ethan straightened up, his gaze following the direction the car had fled, growing darker and heavier.
“I’ll have William take you back first.”
“And you…?”
“I’ll be along later.”
Ethan instructed a shaken William, After you drop her off, have
Silver Helm come over.”
William’s expression changed, “Okay.”
Madison was personally escorted into the car by William, her eyes
ed on the man standing at the curb’s edge through the glass window until he was out of sight.
After about fifty minutes, William returned and picked up Ethan to leave the airport.
In the backseat, Ethan’s left pinky was scratched and bleeding, the blood now coagulated, the wound slightly swollen.
He looked down, “Take me to the Grant residence.”
The driver hesitated for a moment but then slowed down and
heeaded in the direction of the Grant family estate.
Grant Home.
Since Ethan’s birth mother passed away years ago, there hadn’t been a genuine daddy of the house.
Instead, there was someone who acted like they ran the place with an iron fist.
A warm-hued living room filled with harmony was abruptly disrupted by an unexpected aanval.
“Ethan?”
The speaker was Ethan’s ather, Mason, in his sixties. Thanks to never lacking money, he toocked well preserved and energetic, his face now flushed with joy and bareety concealed smiles.
Three people were comfonably nestled on the living room sofa, chatting leisurely, exuding the warmth of a close-knit family.
Ethan entered, ignoring Masons geeting, not bothering to change. his shoes, heading straight for the secreation room.
“Master Ethan?”
The family butler followed anxiously What do you need, Master Ethan? I can get it for you…”
Ethan walked into the recreation room, casually pulling out the sturdiest-looking baseball bat and weighing atiinimiis hand.
“Master Ethan?”
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But Ethan was beyond caring about Mason’s reprimands, swinging the bat again with a glint of murderous intent in his eyes.
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“Help-”
Julius screamed out.
Charlotte cried and tugged, but William blocked her, denying any chance to rescue Julius.
Meanwhile, Julius was pinned to the floor, taking blow after blow.
Ethan glared fiercely, “Last time you messed with me, I let it slide! because you were young and foolish. But it turns out you and your mother both love to poke your noses where they don’t belong.”
The punches landed with a thud.
Julius’s nose bled profusely.
Ethan choked Julius’s neck, his veins bulging, “Julius, I don’t want to do this. So I hope this doesn’t happen a second time. If it does, you’ll
be the first one I come for.”
The car that almost hit him and Madison today was from Julius’s people.
Ethan had a memory of it.
If he had been alone there, he might not have lost his temper, but Madison…
Madison was almost crushed under that car!
Ethan’s revulsion grew, and as he stood, his gaze towards Mason carried cold disdain.
“You…” Mason clutched his chest in anger.
Charlotte, still crying, accused him, “Ethan, how could you beat your brother like that!”
“Brother?” Ethan picked up the bat, his shirt unbuttoned, his eyes.
indifferent, “Who’s my brother?”
Charlotte was speechless.
Ethan turned to Mason, preempting him, “Mr. Jiang, I expect them to -be gone in five minutes. If not, I’ll escort them out myself. What do
you say?”
“You…” Charlotte, fuming, “I am your elder, after all!”
“What kind of elder are you?” Ethan didn’t mince words.
“A mistress counts as a person?” he pointed at Julius behind him, Or does that make a bastard a person too?”