MTLNOVEL Chapter 209
At that moment Ethan's heart skipped a beat as he took in the scene of the crash. The mangled car was half embedded into the building, smoke curling ominously from the hood.
Without hesitation, he sprinted toward the wreckage, his pulse pounding in his ears.
"Annabelle!"
he called out, his voice tight with urgency.
Without wasting any more time he reached the passenger side first, wrenching the door open. Annabelle was unconscious, her head slumped against the seatbelt. Carefully, he unbuckled her and pulled her out, cradling her limp form in his arms.
Without wasting anymore Ethan moved quickly to the driver's side, yanking the door open. The man inside was slumped over the wheel, blood trickling from his temple. Ethan checked for a pulse, but the cold stillness of the man's body confirmed what he feared—he was already gone.
At that moment a sharp glint near the car's tires caught Ethan's eye as he stepped back. He couldn't tell for sure, but something about the damage to the tire seemed deliberate.
This wasn't an accident, he thought grimly. Someone tampered with the car.
Shaking the thought from his mind for now, Ethan focused on the immediate task.
Annabelle needed medical help, and fast. Carrying her to his car, he placed her gently in the back seat and drove off. His hospital was too far, so he headed to the nearest one, his mind racing with questions, as he navigated through the city streets.
Some minutes ago he saw Annabelle, but now he's taking her to the hospital, not sure if she will make it or not.
However the thought of how the incident happened was still bothering him, and without being told he could tell Someone was either after the guy Annabelle was with or her.
Not long after he arrived, and Annabelle was rushed into the emergency room, and Ethan ensured she received the best treatment available, sparing no expense. The hospital staff assured him they would do everything they could, but the process would take time. Ethan was directed to the waiting room, where he sat quietly, his thoughts racing even more.
As he waited, the sound of hurried footsteps broke through the relative silence.
A group of well-dressed people rushed into the hospital, their expressions frantic.
They approached the front desk, asking about Annabelle.
At that moment Ethan observed them closely. Their resemblance to Annabelle made him certain—they had to be her family, which made him even more surprised with the way they were dressed he could tell they were well to do.
If he guess was right why the hell would Annabelle be working in a restaurant even in his hospital.
However he decided to let all of that go for now, knowing full well he's going to get his answer sooner or later.
Rising from his seat, he approached them calmly.
"Excuse me," he said, drawing their attention.
"I'm the one who helped Annabelle out of the car."
Upon hearing what Ethan just said. Their eyes snapped to him, but instead of gratitude, their next words stunned him.
"What about the boy in the car?" one of them asked urgently, their tone sharp and concerned. It was as if Annabelle's condition didn't matter.
Ethan's brow furrowed, his voice turning cold.
"The boy is dead."
The family fell silent for a moment, exchanging uneasy glances, but there was no visible grief for Annabelle. Ethan's suspicion deepened as he watched their reaction, their priorities glaringly clear.
At that moment Annabelle's father let out a cry of frustration, his voice echoing through the waiting room. "What the hell are we going to do now?"
he roared, pacing back and forth with his hands in his hair. His face was pale, his composure entirely shattered.
Ethan stood silently, observing the scene. The father's reaction wasn't one of grief—it was pure panic. 'What is this really about?'
Ethan thought to himself, his sharp eyes narrowing.
Another family member stepped forward, speaking in a hushed but urgent tone.
"That boy… he was from the Vincent family. A reputable family. Powerful connections."
The weight of the words hung in the air as the father slumped into a chair, muttering to himself.
"Even though we're technically bigger than them, we're outcasts in our own damn family. They'll never back us. Never. We're as good as dead now."
Upon hearing their words Ethan's expression didn't change, but his mind sharpened, piecing together the implications. So this wasn't just about Annabelle… it was about their fragile standing. The father's focus on the boy rather than his own daughter revealed everything Ethan needed to know.
Not wonder Annabelle was busy working her ass off, because no one actually cares for her.
At that moment a nurse appeared in the doorway, her voice cutting through the tension.
"Annabelle has woken up," she announced.
The family immediately sprang to their feet, rushing toward her room without a second thought. Ethan followed at a measured pace, his expression calm but watchful.
Inside the room, Annabelle lay pale and weak, her eyes filled with confusion as she saw her family gather around her.
However Her father wasted no time. "Annabelle,"
he began, his voice strained.
"The boy in the car… he's dead."
Annabelle's face went blank, the weight of the words sinking in like a stone.
"Dead?"
she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.
Her mother stepped forward, her tone sharp and urgent.
"You have to go to his family and tell them. You were the last person with him. It has to come from you."
Upon hearing what her mother just said.
Annabelle's eyes widened in panic, her breathing quickening.
"Go to them? No… no, I can't," she stammered, her voice trembling. "They'll… they'll kill me."
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At that moment the room fell into a heavy silence. Her family exchanged uneasy glances but offered no reassurance. They all knew the danger she was facing.
Finally, Ethan's calm voice broke through.
"I'll go with her," he said, his tone steady and resolute.
Immediately all eyes turned to him, the surprise in their faces clear. Annabelle looked at him, her expression a mix of hope and fear. For the first time since waking up, she felt a faint flicker of relief seeing Ethan.