Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 549 These past few days, the attackers hadn't only been tracking Ethan-they'd been monitoring Charlotte too. Once they'd uncovered the full picture of the siblings' situation, all their findings were secretly reported to Clarice. The moment Ethan learned this, he immediately came for Charlotte and Christopher. He understood Clarice's methods; if the siblings fell into her hands, it wasn't impossible that they could vanish from Goldmont City entirely.

Yet, Ethan had never once considered the consequences he might face for openly defying Clarice's orders-rescuing them despite her command... what would await him afterward? Sometimes, impulsive decisions could cost you your life. He closed his eyes. For now, fear had been replaced by exhaustion and pain. He needed to rest and recover before he could plan his next move. Christopher, worried, kept asking if Ethan needed to go to the hospital. Ethan felt the boy's genuine concern and allowed a faint smirk to curl at his lips. "Ill be fine after a short rest," he said.

Strong and resilient, he had always bounced back after every beating or punishment ---- with nothing more than a night's sleep. "Take off your clothes." Just as Ethan was drifting toward sleep, Charlotte's voice rang in his ear. Christopher saw her holding a first-aid kit and suddenly understood-her earlier coldness wasn't indifference; she had gone to fetch medicine. "Ethan... hang in there a little, Charlotte will tend to your wounds!" Hearing this, Ethan struggled to lift his eyelids.

Sure enough, Charlotte had placed the first-aid kit in front of him and was half- kneeling beside the sofa. Christopher stepped aside and, following her instructions, brought over a basin of hot water. "What are you waiting for?" Charlotte asked, laying out the gauze and ointments on the table. Ethan, however, simply stared at her. He finally glanced at her for a few seconds, then unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. Charlotte had intended to check his injuries thoroughly. She'd already noticed he walked stiffly and kept massaging his shoulders and chest.

But she hadn't expected Ethan's torso to be covered in small, mottled old scars. His back, in particular, ---- looked like a battlefield. "..Ethan... how... how did you get hurt like this?" Charlotte froze. She looked at his body, then at his face, utterly shocked. After all, he was part of the Morrison family. Raised in luxury, pampered from birth, shielded by everyone around him. He shouldn't have been covered in scars like this. Ethan didn't notice Charlotte's gaze lingering on his old wounds. He moved his arms and neck, then nodded slightly, looking down at himself.

"Stop making such a fuss. They're just a few scratches." During the fight earlier, someone had clawed at his neck, and his shoulders had taken a beating. The pain across his chest and shoulder blades came from bruises and impacts. Checking over his body, he saw the external wounds were minor. "| wasn't talking about these injuries." Charlotte instinctively reached out and gently poked his narrow waist. Several long, eye-catching scars ran across it. "Sh-" Her hand was ice cold. Ethan flinched from the sudden chill, ---- instinctively curling inwards.

But seeing the subtle change in her expression, his own face darkened. "What's there to be so shocked about? Just some scars. Haven't you seen them before?" he muttered, pouting. "You're the Vice President of the Morrison Group! Who would hurt you like this? Were you ever kidnapped or tortured?" Charlotte's curiosity couldn't be restrained, and even though Ethan looked displeased, she didn't let the topic drop.