Chapter 604 Need Ethan's Approval
"Did you notice those torn quilts and clothes?" Mary inquired, her voice tinged with disbelief. "Didn't you see a few tattered bags downstairs when you came up? They're all there!"
Mary's shock was palpable. She had just purchased a few nice outfits, and the thought of them getting dirty from the dingy bags downstairs filled her with dread.
"But all the appliances here were bought by me! I want to take them with me!" Tom insisted.
"The things inside were sold along with the house. Lay a finger on anything here, and I'll make sure you regret it!" The other party slammed the table fiercely, causing it to tremble.
Tom took a cautious step back. Knowing Ethan had a broken phone, he attempted to call him repeatedly, but to no avail.
Ethan's aunt attempted to charm her way in. "Let's go inside and see if there's anything you missed. I promise not to touch your things!"
"Forget it. You took advantage of the child losing his parents and took over this house. What do you have inside here? Get lost, or I'll make you regret it!" With that, the man slammed the door shut with a resounding bang.
The two little boys sobbed louder. Tom cursed under his breath, "Ethan has blocked my number!"
"Dad, let's stay at a hotel tonight. We can decide about those broken things inside once the Solomon family gives us the house and the money!"
Nosy neighbors lurked nearby, some shamelessly snapping pictures on their phones, causing the eldest sister to feel embarrassed.
She urged her parents to leave quickly, knowing they couldn't stand a chance against the strong man inside.
Tom and Mary, though discontented, had no property rights anymore. Even involving the police wouldn't help.
"You little wretch! Don't let me catch you! I'll make you regret it!" Tom spat venomously.
Dejectedly, the family descended the stairs to retrieve their worn-out bags and departed.
In the depths of a nearby mahjong parlor, Ethan was tutoring two children about the same age as Chicago in math.
A tattooed bald man stood by Ethan. After ending a phone call, he said, "Ethan, your uncle and aunt have left."
"Thank you, uncle." Ethan nodded.
"Hey, kid, how did you manage to get them to return the property to you?" The tattooed bald man sat down with a smile.
The two kids looked disgruntled.
"Dad, can you go watch your stall? Ethan is helping us with our homework!" one of them interjected.
"Okay, okay. Study hard and show me your Ivy League acceptance letter in the future!" The tattooed bald man laughed and walked away.
Ethan remained expressionless, correcting the children's mistakes in their homework.
"Ethan, did you really save Chicago from Class 1?" one of the boys asked quietly. "I think Chicago is really beautiful. Our school uniforms are ugly, but Chicago looks the best in them! When I grow up, I want to find a girlfriend like Chicago!"
Ethan pursed his lips. "First, memorize the multiplication table, then think about what kind of wife you want."
Ethan and the kids had crossed paths due to fate. The man was the gang boss in the area, appearing fierce but kind to Ethan.
Recognizing Ethan's academic prowess, he enlisted Ethan to tutor his children, treating him to meals and occasional stays.
Initially, he offered to help Ethan oust the troublesome couple, butBut Ethan knew. Now it's a society based on the rule of law. The bald gangster's actions might bring him trouble, so he refused his offer.
But now, with Ethan regaining the property rights, things were different. He could let anyone live in that house. Uncle Tom and Aunt Mary could only bear with their anger.
Ethan's phone interrupted the silence, a slightly newer second-hand one replacing his old, broken device. He recognized the caller and answered.
"Aunt, what’s up?"
On the other end, a gentle voice inquired, "Ethan, why aren't you at school?"
"I'm taking a break for now," Ethan replied.
With Tom and Mary likely to visit the school, Fiona's concern surged.
"Where are you? I'll pick you up. Stay at my place for now," Fiona offered.
"No, I'll manage. But be cautious; my uncle and aunt might resort to extreme measures if they can't find me," Ethan warned.
Fiona reassured him, "Don't worry, I'll handle it."
"Alright," Ethan replied before ending the call.
Fiona felt a pang of melancholy. Her motherly instincts had seldom emerged, but Ethan's plight stirred her heart.
The previous night, Ethan had confided in Fiona about his uncle and aunt's malevolent intentions regarding his inheritance, pleading her not to support them.
Impressed by Ethan's resourcefulness, Fiona readily agreed.
"Ms. Chelsea, that person keeps messaging," Mike informed Fiona, extending his phone.
Fiona glanced at the screen. The barrage of messages from Ethan's aunt revealed their mounting desperation.
"They're willing to pay, but they insist on confirming with Ethan first!" Mary exclaimed incredulously, bewildered by the turn of events.
She quickly sent a voice message, "Didn't we agree on this? We don't need to involve Ethan in this matter."
"This is the lawyer's advice. To prevent future disputes, we need Ethan's consent," Fiona explained calmly.
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