Chapter 1538: Woke Up
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When one of Bill's henchmen that his boss's face was stained with blood and his left arm was bleeding profusely, he got up immediately and asked in a concerned tone, "Boss, are you okay?"
It would have been better if he had just kept quiet, because Bill was already in a bad mood. Extremely exasperated and humiliated, Bill couldn't help but harshly push him away. "Get out my way!" he hissed. The sudden movement caused Bill to wince in pain. The corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably as he let out a groan.
After much effort, Bill managed to sit up and straightened his back. However, he still wasn't able to stand up on his feet due to how serious his injury was. He ripped a piece of cloth from his shirt and started to clumsily bandage his wound. Despite how it looked, the wound was nothing compared to his past injuries. Bill had lived dangerously for most of his life. He was a veteran when it came to getting out of dangerous situations. Surviving was the most important part. Everything would be okay as long as he made it out alive.
When he glanced at the direction of the door, Bill felt his body heat up with rage. The men who once left him dared to come back to his place and even point their knives at him!
"Ethan, you little brat!" Bill seethed with anger and gritted his teeth. "Damn it! If I'd known that you were going to do this, then I wouldn't have taught you anything! The dog that I trained and kept as a pet came back to bite the very hand that once fed him. How ironic!" Bill cursed out.
After he said those words, he suddenly burst into a fit of laughter, which sounded sinister and full of self-loathing.
The men decided to keep their mouths shut and said nothing. They were terrified that their boss would be displeased if they made any comments. Instead, they just respectfully bowed their heads.
After coming out of Bill's place, Ethan glanced at his men behind him and waved his hand to dismiss them. It was not good for them to be seen together as a group while they walked out of the place. Only Shane and Marc stayed by his side.
For a while, they walked in reflective silence. Then, Ethan suddenly came to a halt, raised his head, and looked at the two of them. His face looked thoughtful as he said, "You two can leave me alone now if you want."
"But what about you? Where are you going?" Shane asked Ethan and anxiously looked at him with raised eyebrows.
Ethan was amused by Shane's expression but he didn't have the energy to even chuckle. Instead, he answered, "I am going to the hospital to see Estelle."
"Then, let us go with you!" Shane suggested excitedly and stepped forward. They had beaten up Bill just a few hours ago. Anyone who got beaten up like that would surely hold a grudge. Someone like Bill would never let it go. Shane and Marc were worried that Bill would try and seek revenge as soon as he got the chance.
Ethan neither agreed nor refused Shane's eager suggestion. So, Marc put his hand on Shane's chest to stop him and shook his head slightly. With a creased forehead, Shane turned to look at Marc. The latter gave a warning look as if he was saying, 'They are lovers. Why would we go to the hospital with them and interrupt their quality time?' Kn
the disappointed expression on her face.
"It's okay," Estelle finally replied after a few seconds of agonizing silence. Her tone was indifferent, as if she had already expected this outcome.
When she told him that, Ethan let out a relieved sigh. It felt freeing to hear her say those words. It was as if he had been drowning in shame this whole time and she was the only one who saved him.
Ethan raised his head and looked into her eyes. Her big beautiful eyes shined so brightly and were full of hope. He felt overwhelmed by her fond gaze.
The two of them stared at each for a long time. Finally, the corners of Ethan's mouth rose imperceptibly into a grin. A small tear slowly rolled down his cheek. Estelle believed that her arm would be fine eventually. It was not an amputation or anything like that. She also knew that Ethan would take good care of her. One day, her arm would heal and would be just as good as before.
Two days passed. It was Monday once again. The first workday of the week was always stressful and busy.
As soon as Emily arrived at the office, she noticed something different. She pressed her lips in a thin line, confused. She pondered upon it as she sat down. Then, she looked around the office and waved to a secretary.
"Where is Estelle? How come I don't see her here in the office?" Emily asked with a raised eyebrow and an unpleasant tone. It had been two hours since the normal work hours had started. If Estelle didn't arrive at the office soon, she would have to be punished for her tardiness.
The secretary was a little shaken up by the question. She shyly murmured, "Well, I don't know why Estelle isn't here yet. I don't recall seeing her this morning either."
Emily cast a quick glance at the office door and asked, "Did she at least ask for a leave?"
The secretary shook her head as she replied, "I don't think so. It seems that she didn't. I didn't hear anything about Estelle asking for a leave today."
"Ah, I see," Emily whispered and nodded. After thinking for a while, Emily waved her hand to dismiss the secretary and said, "Okay, thank you. Go ahead and continue with your work then."
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When one of Bill's henchmen that his boss's face was stained with blood and his left arm was bleeding profusely, he got up immediately and asked in a concerned tone, "Boss, are you okay?"
It would have been better if he had just kept quiet, because Bill was already in a bad mood. Extremely exasperated and humiliated, Bill couldn't help but harshly push him away. "Get out my way!" he hissed. The sudden movement caused Bill to wince in pain. The corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably as he let out a groan.
After much effort, Bill managed to sit up and straightened his back. However, he still wasn't able to stand up on his feet due to how serious his injury was. He ripped a piece of cloth from his shirt and started to clumsily bandage his wound. Despite how it looked, the wound was nothing compared to his past injuries. Bill had lived dangerously for most of his life. He was a veteran when it came to getting out of dangerous situations. Surviving was the most important part. Everything would be okay as long as he made it out alive.
When he glanced at the direction of the door, Bill felt his body heat up with rage. The men who once left him dared to come back to his place and even point their knives at him!
"Ethan, you little brat!" Bill seethed with anger and gritted his teeth. "Damn it! If I'd known that you were going to do this, then I wouldn't have taught you anything! The dog that I trained and kept as a pet came back to bite the very hand that once fed him. How ironic!" Bill cursed out.
After he said those words, he suddenly burst into a fit of laughter, which sounded sinister and full of self-loathing.
The men decided to keep their mouths shut and said nothing. They were terrified that their boss would be displeased if they made any comments. Instead, they just respectfully bowed their heads.
After coming out of Bill's place, Ethan glanced at his men behind him and waved his hand to dismiss them. It was not good for them to be seen together as a group while they walked out of the place. Only Shane and Marc stayed by his side.
For a while, they walked in reflective silence. Then, Ethan suddenly came to a halt, raised his head, and looked at the two of them. His face looked thoughtful as he said, "You two can leave me alone now if you want."
"But what about you? Where are you going?" Shane asked Ethan and anxiously looked at him with raised eyebrows.
Ethan was amused by Shane's expression but he didn't have the energy to even chuckle. Instead, he answered, "I am going to the hospital to see Estelle."
"Then, let us go with you!" Shane suggested excitedly and stepped forward. They had beaten up Bill just a few hours ago. Anyone who got beaten up like that would surely hold a grudge. Someone like Bill would never let it go. Shane and Marc were worried that Bill would try and seek revenge as soon as he got the chance.
Ethan neither agreed nor refused Shane's eager suggestion. So, Marc put his hand on Shane's chest to stop him and shook his head slightly. With a creased forehead, Shane turned to look at Marc. The latter gave a warning look as if he was saying, 'They are lovers. Why would we go to the hospital with them and interrupt their quality time?' Kn
the disappointed expression on her face.
"It's okay," Estelle finally replied after a few seconds of agonizing silence. Her tone was indifferent, as if she had already expected this outcome.
When she told him that, Ethan let out a relieved sigh. It felt freeing to hear her say those words. It was as if he had been drowning in shame this whole time and she was the only one who saved him.
Ethan raised his head and looked into her eyes. Her big beautiful eyes shined so brightly and were full of hope. He felt overwhelmed by her fond gaze.
The two of them stared at each for a long time. Finally, the corners of Ethan's mouth rose imperceptibly into a grin. A small tear slowly rolled down his cheek. Estelle believed that her arm would be fine eventually. It was not an amputation or anything like that. She also knew that Ethan would take good care of her. One day, her arm would heal and would be just as good as before.
Two days passed. It was Monday once again. The first workday of the week was always stressful and busy.
As soon as Emily arrived at the office, she noticed something different. She pressed her lips in a thin line, confused. She pondered upon it as she sat down. Then, she looked around the office and waved to a secretary.
"Where is Estelle? How come I don't see her here in the office?" Emily asked with a raised eyebrow and an unpleasant tone. It had been two hours since the normal work hours had started. If Estelle didn't arrive at the office soon, she would have to be punished for her tardiness.
The secretary was a little shaken up by the question. She shyly murmured, "Well, I don't know why Estelle isn't here yet. I don't recall seeing her this morning either."
Emily cast a quick glance at the office door and asked, "Did she at least ask for a leave?"
The secretary shook her head as she replied, "I don't think so. It seems that she didn't. I didn't hear anything about Estelle asking for a leave today."
"Ah, I see," Emily whispered and nodded. After thinking for a while, Emily waved her hand to dismiss the secretary and said, "Okay, thank you. Go ahead and continue with your work then."
When one of Bill's henchmen that his boss's face was stained with blood and his left arm was bleeding profusely, he got up immediately and asked in a concerned tone, "Boss, are you okay?"It would have been better if he had just kept quiet, because Bill was already in a bad mood. Extremely exasperated and humiliated, Bill couldn't help but harshly push him away. "Get out my way!" he hissed. The sudden movement caused Bill to wince in pain. The corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably as he let out a groan. After much effort, Bill managed to sit up and straightened his back. However, he still wasn't able to stand up on his feet due to how serious his injury was. He ripped a piece of cloth from his shirt and started to clumsily bandage his wound. Despite how it looked, the wound was nothing compared to his past injuries. Bill had lived dangerously for most of his life. He was a veteran when it came to getting out of dangerous situations. Surviving was the most important part. Everything would be okay as long as he made it out alive. When he glanced at the direction of the door, Bill felt his body heat up with rage. The men who once left him dared to come back to his place and even point their knives at him! "Ethan, you little brat!" Bill seethed with anger and gritted his teeth. "Damn it! If I'd known that you were going to do this, then I wouldn't have taught you anything! The dog that I trained and kept as a pet came back to bite the very hand that once fed him. How ironic!" Bill cursed out. After he said those words, he suddenly burst into a fit of laughter, which sounded sinister and full of self-loathing. The men decided to keep their mouths shut and said nothing. They were terrified that their boss would be displeased if they made any comments. Instead, they just respectfully bowed their heads. After coming out of Bill's place, Ethan glanced at his men behind him and waved his hand to dismiss them. It was not good for them to be seen together as a group while they walked out of the place. Only Shane and Marc stayed by his side. For a while, they walked in reflective silence. Then, Ethan suddenly came to a halt, raised his head, and looked at the two of them. His face looked thoughtful as he said, "You two can leave me alone now if you want.""But what about you? Where are you going?" Shane asked Ethan and anxiously looked at him with raised eyebrows. Ethan was amused by Shane's expression but he didn't have the energy to even chuckle. Instead, he answered, "I am going to the hospital to see Estelle.""Then, let us go with you!" Shane suggested excitedly and stepped forward. They had beaten up Bill just a few hours ago. Anyone who got beaten up like that would surely hold a grudge. Someone like Bill would never let it go. Shane and Marc were worried that Bill would try and seek revenge as soon as he got the chance. Ethan neither agreed nor refused Shane's eager suggestion. So, Marc put his hand on Shane's chest to stop him and shook his head slightly. With a creased forehead, Shane turned to look at Marc. The latter gave a warning look as if he was saying, 'They are lovers. Why would we go to the hospital with them and interrupt their quality time?' Knthe disappointed expression on her face. "It's okay," Estelle finally replied after a few seconds of agonizing silence. Her tone was indifferent, as if she had already expected this outcome. When she told him that, Ethan let out a relieved sigh. It felt freeing to hear her say those words. It was as if he had been drowning in shame this whole time and she was the only one who saved him. Ethan raised his head and looked into her eyes. Her big beautiful eyes shined so brightly and were full of hope. He felt overwhelmed by her fond gaze. The two of them stared at each for a long time. Finally, the corners of Ethan's mouth rose imperceptibly into a grin. A small tear slowly rolled down his cheek. Estelle believed that her arm would be fine eventually. It was not an amputation or anything like that. She also knew that Ethan would take good care of her. One day, her arm would heal and would be just as good as before. Two days passed. It was Monday once again. The first workday of the week was always stressful and busy. As soon as Emily arrived at the office, she noticed something different. She pressed her lips in a thin line, confused. She pondered upon it as she sat down. Then, she looked around the office and waved to a secretary. "Where is Estelle? How come I don't see her here in the office?" Emily asked with a raised eyebrow and an unpleasant tone. It had been two hours since the normal work hours had started. If Estelle didn't arrive at the office soon, she would have to be punished for her tardiness. The secretary was a little shaken up by the question. She shyly murmured, "Well, I don't know why Estelle isn't here yet. I don't recall seeing her this morning either."Emily cast a quick glance at the office door and asked, "Did she at least ask for a leave?"The secretary shook her head as she replied, "I don't think so. It seems that she didn't. I didn't hear anything about Estelle asking for a leave today.""Ah, I see," Emily whispered and nodded. After thinking for a while, Emily waved her hand to dismiss the secretary and said, "Okay, thank you. Go ahead and continue with your work then."
