Chapter 367 Telepathy
As the man was pinned against the wall by Ethan's grip, his face turned crimson, his breath faltering. His arms flailed wildly and in the struggle, he managed to yank out one of Ethan's hairs.
At that moment, Ethan felt a sharp pain from his wound, barely noticing the sting from his scalp.
"It was... it was George," the man gasped weakly.
A flash of disappointment and grief crossed Ethan's eyes, quickly replaced by towering rage.
Ethan hurled the man to the ground without mercy. "Take them to the police station," he ordered coldly.
The driver, finally regaining his composure, said, "Mr. Yates, your hand is bleeding."
"Hospital. Now," Ethan replied tersely.
The accident had drawn a crowd of onlookers, though many had fled the scene in fear. The driver hailed a taxi for Ethan, who headed straight for the hospital, while the driver prepared to escort the six assailants to the police station. However, they were already scrambling to their feet.
"Did you get it?" one asked.
"Got it," another confirmed.
"Officer! These men caused the accident. Take them to the station!" the driver shouted as police approached. In the confusion, one of the attackers managed to escape.
On the way to the hospital, grief settled over Ethan. He had warned George, had stripped him of his VP position, but never imagined George would try to have him killed.
"George," Ethan muttered bitterly. "I misjudged you completely. How could you stoop so low?"
He made a phone call, "Diannel, seize all of George's shares and assets at the Yates Group. Without my explicit permission, he is not to set foot in the building. Understood?"
"Yes, sir."
After receiving basic medical treatment at the hospital, Ethan returned to the Yates Mansion.
"Ethan! What happened to you?" Michael exclaimed, his face etched with concern upon seeing Ethan's injuries.
"Grandfather, I confronted George about the situation. I never expected he'd try to silence me permanently," Ethan explained.
Michael looked incredulous. "How could this happen?"
Ethan asked solemnly, "What really happened with Jimmy's death all those years ago?"
Michael sighed deeply. "It's a long story. Years ago..."
Michael and Ethan retreated to the study, where they delved into the truth about George's father, Jimmy.
Meanwhile, at a bar across town, a thug rushed breathlessly into Josselin's private room. "Boss, I delivered what you wanted to the hospital, rush job. Just like you said, when he asked who wanted him dead, I told him it was George."
Josselin's lips curved into a satisfied smile. "Well done. Your payment will be transferred to your account."
The thug left, pleased with his earnings.
Josselin glanced at George, passed out drunk on the sofa, mumbling incoherently, "Ethan... I was just angry at my own incompetence... I only wanted justice... Ethan, I never meant to truly harm any of you..."
Josselin sneered with contempt. "Useless fool."
He then muttered to himself, "Since you don't have the stomach to hurt the Yates family, I'll play the villain instead. The Yates fortune will be mine, one way or another." His face twisted into a sinister grin.
Across town, Ashley had spent the entire day in her apothecary when she suddenly felt a constriction in her chest. Blood spurted from her mouth.
Instinctively, she touched her abdomen.
After anxiously diagnosing herself and finding no serious issues, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Yet the tightness in her chest remained, along with a foreboding sense that something terrible had occurred.
"Ethan," she whispered. "I hope you're safe."
They had promised to call each other daily, but Ashley had been too absorbed in her work. With growing unease, she left the apothecary and found Liam. "Liam, I have this awful feeling. Could you take me to town? I need to call Ethan and make sure he's alright."
"I'm a bit tied up preparing John's medicine," Liam replied. "Perhaps Landon could accompany you instead?"
Landon, who was nearby, stood up. "Ready when you are, Ashley."
"Thank you," she nodded.
The siblings set off on their journey. It was dark outside, and after more than an hour on the road, they made it to the town.
Ashley immediately called Ethan, who answered promptly, "Hello, darling?"
"Ethan," Ashley said anxiously, "I suddenly felt my chest constrict with unease. Are you alright?"
All of Ethan's exhaustion, grief, and complex emotions dissolved at the sound of her concerned voice.
Nevertheless, he feigned a pitiful tone, "I was in a car accident today, nearly crushed by a truck. How did you know something happened? After all this time together, have we developed some sort of telepathic connection?"
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