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At that moment The room fell silent as all eyes turned to Ethan, their expressions a mix of surprise and confusion. No one had noticed he followed them in until now, standing calmly near the doorway. It was clear they hadn't connected him to the events earlier.

Annabelle's father was the first to speak, his tone suspicious. "And who might you be?"

Annabelle, still weak but managing to sit up slightly, looked at Ethan with faint remembrance of the incident.

"Wait… you're the one who pulled me out of the car, aren't you?"

Ethan nodded, his calm gaze meeting hers.

"Yes. I'm the one who brought you here also."

The realization dawned on everyone, and Annabelle's mother spoke sharply.

"You're the one who saved her? We assumed it was just some passerby and you brought her here…"

At that moment Annabelle interrupted, her voice soft but firm. "He's more than that."

She glanced at Ethan, a small smile playing on her lips.

"I don't know if he owns this hospital or not, but he's definitely a cheerful giver. He didn't just save me—he made sure I got the best care."

Ethan didn't correct her about the hospital, however he could tell she knew she was in the best room in the hospital, his neutral expression betraying nothing. The family exchanged uneasy glances, still unsure what to make of him, but Annabelle's quiet gratitude hung in the air, shifting the tension slightly.

At that moment Annabelle's father leaned forward, his tone heavy with frustration.

"Listen," he began, his voice sharp, "you don't understand what you're getting into. That boy's family is not just any family—they're powerful. Not some roadside family you can reason with. There's nothing you can do to fix this, I would advise you to leave."

Ethan's expression remained calm, his voice cutting through the tension in the room.

"You're wrong," he said evenly. "Someone arranged this. It wasn't an accident."

Upon hearing what Ethan just said.

The room fell into stunned silence, the weight of his words sinking in. Immediately Annabelle's parents exchanged uneasy glances, while Annabelle herself looked at Ethan, her eyes wide with both curiosity and hope.

Ethan continued, his tone resolute. "The car's tires were tampered with. I can prove it. Annabelle had nothing to do with what happened."

Immediately Annabelle sat up straighter, her voice urgent.

"Then you need to get the evidence. Quickly."

Ethan nodded and turned to leave, he never expected the situation to turn into this, and from the look of things Annabelle would be the one on the receiving end, which he doesn't want.

As he reached the door, Annabelle hesitated, glancing at her parents before swinging her legs over the side of the bed.

"Wait," she said firmly.

"I'm coming with you."

Immediately her mother protested. "Annabelle, you just woke up! You need rest—"

"I'm fine," she interrupted immediately, her voice steady.

"I was in the car, and I didn't suffer any internal injuries. I need to be there for this."

Ethan glanced back, his expression unreadable but giving a small nod. Annabelle followed, determined to uncover the truth alongside Ethan.

Not long after Ethan and Annabelle arrived at the scene of the accident, but the place was eerily empty. The crumpled car was gone, and the only signs of the crash were faint skid marks and shattered glass. Annabelle looked around, her brows furrowed.

"They cleaned it up already?" she asked, her voice tense.

However Ethan's expression was calm but sharp.

"It's standard procedure. The car must've been taken to the impound lot. The police would have taken photos of the scene or kept the car."

Without wasting time, Ethan drove them to the police station. Annabelle was silent during the ride, her fingers fidgeting nervously in her lap. When they arrived, Ethan parked and stepped out, his demeanor calm but purposeful.

Inside the station, the atmosphere shifted. Ethan approached the front desk, requesting access to the accident file. The officer behind the desk gave him a skeptical look.

"I'm sorry, but that's not possible," the officer said flatly.

Annabelle stepped forward.

"We need to see the photos from the accident. It's important."

At that moment the officer's gaze shifted to her, his expression hardening. "Miss, you were involved in that crash. You shouldn't even be here. Come with me."

Immediately two other officers stepped forward, their intent clear. Annabelle's eyes widened as they reached for her arm.

"What are you doing?" she demanded.

"You're coming with us for questioning," one of them said curtly.

"Standard protocol."

At that moment Ethan moved between them, his voice cold and commanding.

"She's not going anywhere. We're here for information, not an interrogation."

However the officers hesitated, their grip loosening slightly, but the tension in the room was palpable. Annabelle glanced at Ethan, her fear replaced with a flicker of trust as he stood firm in the face of their intimidation.

Ethan's expression remained calm as he stepped back from the desk and pulled out his phone.

Dialing a number, he spoke in a low but firm tone, his words clipped and precise.

Within minutes, the officer who had initially denied them access returned, looking noticeably uneasy.

"You'll get what you asked for,"

the officer muttered, handing over a folder. Ethan took it without a word and opened it, flipping through the photographs.

His eyes narrowed as he studied the images.

The tires were pristine, no signs of tampering. It was as though the car had been perfectly maintained, contradicting everything Ethan had seen at the crash site.

At that moment he stiffened slightly, realizing someone had intervened.

Immediately Annabelle leaned over, her voice anxious.
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"Does this prove anything?" she asked, her tone tinged with desperation.

Before Ethan could respond, her phone rang, its sharp tone slicing through the tension.

Annabelle hesitated before answering, her hand trembling slightly. She put the phone to her ear, and her face quickly drained of color.

"What?" she whispered, her voice breaking.

Without wasting any more time she ended the call and turned to Ethan, her eyes wide with panic.

"It's the boy's family," she said, her words tumbling out in a rush. "They've already been informed—someone told them everything. They… they've captured my parents. They're demanding I come to their mansion within an hour."

Upon hearing what Annabelle just said.

Ethan's jaw tightened as he processed her words, the air around them heavy with the weight of the new threat.