Chapter 715
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Elsa stood frozen, stunned by the revelation. So Ethan hadn’t just stepped out for air this morning—he hadn’t been in the hospital at all since last night.
“Why didn’t you listen to the doctor? What if your wound gets infected?” she snapped.
Ethan looked at her, his expression unreadable. “But I didn’t. I’m fine, aren’t I?”
Elsa let out an irritated huff but said nothing.
Christopher approached the bed and asked a few routine questions. “If there’s no emergency, you’re not going anywhere tonight. Even a CEO needs to follow the doctor’s advice.”
Ethan nodded.
Just then, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen. Seeing it was Neville calling, he picked up calmly and said, “Speak.”
Across the room, Minna watched Ethan intently. She couldn’t look away. There was something about the way he carried himself that pulled her in completely.
Neville’s voice came through the line. “The money transferred to Jane’s account did come from Plieca. It was withdrawn from an ATM on Arcade Avenue. Our contacts there reviewed the surveillance footage. The person who made the transaction was a man with no notable background—just a regular employee at a trust company, with no ties to the royal family. The strange part is, the money didn’t come from his own account. He used someone else’s bank card. The card belongs to a man named Ronan Santos. Clean record, no history of criminal activity. He claims he lost the card three days ago.”
Ethan’s expression remained calm, but he was dissatisfied with the outcome. “So, in other words, we still don’t have anything.”
“Give me a bit more time,” Neville said. The culprit had been extremely cautious this time. Whoever was behind this was likely afraid of retaliation from Ethan and the Harper family.
“Alright. By the way, have Rex bring the documents that need my attention to the hospital.” Ethan glanced over at Christopher, who was still deep in conversation with Elsa. Ignoring the doctor’s earlier warning, he calmly said into the phone, “I can only leave the hospital this afternoon.”
𝖁𝖎𝖊𝖜 𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖓 𝖌ⲁ𝖑𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝗌・𝖈𝖔𝖒
Neville hesitated. “What about the meetings scheduled for this morning? You were supposed to meet with representatives from the Brezenia Group to finalize the collaboration project. In the afternoon, there’s a site inspection at Plomond. The other two executives are tied up with their own appointments. Should we postpone everything?”
Ethan’s tone didn’t waver. “Reschedule the Brezenia Group meeting for tonight. The afternoon plans stay as they are.”
Christopher turned sharply, having caught every word. “You’re a patient. Can’t you set work aside for a single day?”
“I’m really busy. Sorry,” Ethan replied.
Christopher understood the type of man Ethan was. The fact that he even came in for treatment, and on time at that, was already more than most would expect. Hoping he’d stay put in the hospital like an ordinary patient for a full 24 hours was simply unrealistic.
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