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At that moment Annabelle's voice trembled even more as she relayed the situation to Ethan, her hands gripping her phone tightly.

"Ethan, I don't know what to do. My family… they're all tied up. They said it's serious."

Upon hearing what Annabelle just said Ethan's jaw clenched even more , his calm voice cutting through her panic.

"Don't worry," he said firmly. "I'll go with you. Whatever it is, we'll handle it together."

At that moment they left.

The drive was tense, Annabelle sitting silently beside him, her fingers fidgeting as Ethan kept his eyes on the road. When they arrived, the scene was far worse than she had described.

Her family was bound, their faces pale with fear, while across from them stood another group—the boy's family. Every member of his household was present, their expressions cold and accusatory.

As soon as they saw Annabelle, one of the women pointed a shaking finger at her.

"You!" she spat, her voice dripping with venom.

"You drugged my son! You tricked him into… into something so vile! How shameless can you be?"

At that moment Annabelle froze, her face pale as their words cut into her.

However Ethan stepped forward, placing himself between her and the enraged group.

His eyes hardened, and his voice was steady but sharp.

"You don't get to hurl accusations without proof."

Upon hearing what Ethan just said.

The boy's father crossed his arms, his glare unwavering.

"Proof? We don't need proof when the truth is so obvious. Look at her—this is the kind of person who would stoop so low just to trap someone."

The tension in the room was suffocating as the accusations flew. Annabelle clenched her fists, her voice catching in her throat as she tried to defend herself.

However Ethan's jaw tightened, his mind already working to piece together what was really going on.

The tension in the room grew even more heavier as a man stepped forward, holding up a piece of paper.

"The report says it clearly," he declared, his voice hard and accusing.

"You and your family drugged him."

Upon hearing what the man just said.

Annabelle's eyes widened, her voice trembling as she stepped forward. "I would never—never do something like that! I don't even know what this is about!" she pleaded, looking around for even a shred of belief from anyone.

But her words were cut short by a sharp voice from the boy's father. "Enough!" he barked, his glare cutting through her.

"I see no reason in wasting our time. Your father already confessed. He admitted your family needed money to start some project, and your plan was to seduce our son to get it."

At that moment Annabelle shook her head violently, her voice breaking.

"That's not true! I don't even know what project you're talking about!"

"Shameless!"

another voice spat from the crowd. The boy's mother, tears streaming down her face, suddenly burst out sobbing, her cries echoing in the room.

"My son… my son is dead because of her!"

she wailed, her voice raw with grief.

The accusations hit Annabelle like a series of blows.

At that moment She took a step back, her legs feeling weak beneath her.

Ethan stepped forward, his face dark with anger, placing himself protectively in front of her as the room grew more hostile.

He didn't understand what was happening just yet, but for some reason someone clearly wanted Annabelle to take the fall.

The room was getting even more intense as Ethan stepped forward, his face etched with determination. He could no longer hold back. "Enough," he said, his voice steady but loud enough to command attention. "This isn't what you think."

Immediately all eyes turned to him, the accusations temporarily halted. The boy's mother looked at him with tear-streaked eyes, her sobs quieting as she waited for him to speak.

"Your son wasn't a victim," Ethan continued, his gaze unwavering. "He was assassinated. And from the way I see it, he probably offended the wrong people, And they killed him, and if you're not careful, they might come for your family too."

Upon hearing what Ethan just said.

The boy's father's face turned red with anger.

"What are you talking about? What proof do you have?"

Ethan took a step closer, his tone unwavering.

"I was there when it happened. I saw the look in his eyes. He wasn't some innocent victim. He was the one who tried to take advantage of Annabelle. She was the one fighting to survive."

Annabelle's eyes widened as she turned to look at Ethan, her breath catching in her throat.

Immediately the room erupted into murmurs, the once solid wall of accusations starting to crack under Ethan's revelation.

At that moment the boy's father slammed his hand on the table, his face contorted with anger.

"How dare you!" he roared, his voice shaking with indignation. "How dare you speak about my son like that? You know nothing about him!"

However Ethan stood his ground, his expression calm but unyielding. "Oh, I think I know enough," he said, his voice cutting through the noise like a blade.

"You're all pretending—acting like he was some saint. But let's be honest, you knew exactly who your son was. Now that he's messed with the wrong people, you want to cover it up and make him out to be a victim and accuse the wrong person."

At that moment the boy's mother gasped, clutching her chest as if Ethan's words had physically struck her. "How dare you slander my son's name!" she cried, her tears flowing freely.

"He was a good boy! A good boy!"

Ethan took a step forward, his gaze sharp as he addressed them directly.

"A good boy? Really? Then answer me this—was this the first time your son was drugged?"

The question hit like a thunderclap, silencing the room. The family exchanged uneasy glances, their fury momentarily replaced by something else—guilt. Ethan crossed his arms, waiting for their response, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air.

The room was thick with tension, the family glaring daggers at Ethan. The boy's sister, her face flushed with fury, stepped forward and pointed at him, her voice trembling with both anger and defiance.

"You don't know what you're talking about!" she snapped.
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"My brother would never do such a thing! How dare you accuse him like that?"

"Just because he's not here anymore, you think you can just come up with some nonsense."

Her words were loud and confident, but there was something in her eyes—a flicker of unease, of buried truth she refused to acknowledge. Despite knowing deep down what her brother was capable of, she clung to her hatred for Ethan and Annabelle, her glare burning into him as if it could silence him.

The boy's father turned his fury toward Annabelle's family, his voice booming.

"This is outrageous! You purposely brought this—this loudmouth here to insult us! How dare you challenge us like this? The arrogance!"

Immediately the mother chimed in, her voice venomous.

"You think you can bring someone like him to humiliate us and get away with it? No. We'll teach you a lesson."

At that moment the head of the family stepped forward, his expression dark and dangerous. He snapped his fingers, his voice low but filled with authority.

"Guards," he barked, not even glancing at Ethan, "deal with them. Start with the one with the big mouth."