Billionaire's match novel

Chapter 860 Charlotte was taken aback. She immediately called Ethan and headed straight for the Morrison family villa. But the villa had already been sealed off. Clarice's case was still under investigation. Once all the charges and compensation were settled, the property would be put up for auction. The household staff had long since been dismissed. There was no way Ethan could return home. Looking at the once-grand estate, now fallen into desolation, Charlotte couldn't help but feel a quiet sense of sorrow. Just then, Ethan returned her call.

"What do you want?" His voice was hoarse and weak, his condition clearly not good Charlotte paused, then asked immediately, "Where are you right now?" "What, need another favor from me?" Ethan let out a self- mocking chuckle, followed by a light cough. "I don't exactly have the strength to help you at the moment." "Ethan, you're seriously injured. You shouldn't have left the hospital early. Give me your address. I'm coming to see you." Her voice was earnest. She knew he didn't have anyone close to him. Most likely, he was alone right now.

Even if he still had some money, recovering from injuries without anyone around to care for him... it was bound to feel bleak. Ethan laughed, his tone still teasing. "Since when does the sun rise in the west? You want to come see me? You're not planning to finish me off, are you?" "If you really don't want to see me, then forget it. I'm being sincere this time." Charlotte was about to hang up, but in the very last second, Ethan suddenly gave an address. "4567 Napel Street. Cough... | haven't eaten yet.

If you're coming, hurry." Hearing how quickly he took advantage of her concern, Charlotte instantly felt a twinge of regret for softening. Still, she headed straight to the address. His new place was in the suburbs, about an hour's drive from ninh: A small brown villa stood there. Inside, a vibrant garden greeted her-full of color, warm, and lived-in. It was completely different from the Morrison family villa, which had been grand and pristine, yet cold and lifeless. Charlotte rang the doorbell. After quite a while, the door finally opened.

Ethan stood there in a dark gray cardigan, loose loungewear underneath. His face was pale, his lips nearly colorless. A gust of wind made him cough immediately. As soon as Charlotte stepped inside, he leaned against the doorframe. "You actually came?" His tone was still casual, but the weakness in his voice was impossible to hide. Charlotte looked him over, frowning, "In your condition, are you really okay being discharged?" "Lwon't die." At her words, Ethan straightened slightly, though his movements were slow. For a brief moment, his expression twisted.

The movements were clearly pulling at his wounds. "Since you're here, make me something to eat first." As if unwilling to be seen in such a state, he slowly walked past her. Charlotte glanced around. The large villa was empty-no. housekeeper, no staff. The furniture inside was all in warm tones. Not only was the garden outside filled with flowers, but inside, too, there were plants and fresh blooms everywhere-full of life, nothing like Ethan's usual style. But beneath it all lingered a faint smell of medicine... and something else-instant food. Charlotte glanced toward the open kitchen.

Sure enough, several opened instant meal packages sat on the counter. "You ate this all day yesterday?" she couldn't help asking