Chapter 421 Don't Worry, My Love, I'm Coming to Save You
When Ethan regained consciousness, it was already the following afternoon. His head throbbed as he glanced at the time, realizing he had been unconscious for hours.
Just as he struggled to sit up, Diannel entered the room. "Mr. Yates, you're awake. The doctor said your head injury is severe. You shouldn't move—please lie back down. Everyone has been extremely worried about you during your blackout."
Ethan ignored the warning, asking anxiously, "Diannel, is there any news about Ashley?"
"Sort of," Diannel replied. "My men followed the suspect into the mountains and sent us an approximate location. We've lost contact since then—they were likely discovered and captured."
"So the pharmaceutical buyer is definitely connected to Ashley's disappearance," Ethan concluded. "Has a search team been deployed?"
"Mr. Reid is already leading a team in the mountains. They've identified the target location. As soon as anyone emerges, they'll be apprehended."
Ethan trusted Ryan's competence implicitly.
He sighed with momentary relief before anxiety overtook him again. "I can't let anything happen to Ashley and our baby. I need to be there myself."
As he swung his legs over the bed, a sharp pain shot through his head, causing him to groan. His steps faltered, and he nearly collapsed.
"Mr. Yates!" Diannel rushed forward to support him.
After helping Ethan back onto the bed, Diannel said, "Mr. Yates, please don't push yourself. The police will rescue Mrs. Wilson. You truly can't move right now."
Ethan's face darkened with pain. "Diannel, my head is killing me. Get the doctor to prescribe something strong—something fast-acting. I can't just sit here helplessly."
Seeing Ethan's determination, Diannel sighed and relented. "Lie back, Mr. Yates. I'll return immediately."
Ethan clutched his head in agony.
When Diannel returned, she brought two doctors. One of them said, "Mr. Yates, here's the medication you requested. I must warn you, it has side effects, and moving around will accelerate them."
Desperate with worry, Ethan disregarded the warning about side effects. He took the pill from the box and swallowed it with a sip of water.
"My wife is in the hands of kidnappers," he said. "I can't let them succeed. Doctor, save your breath—I won't stay here any longer."
He pushed himself up, bracing against the wall.
The powerful medication seemed to take effect; his headache subsided, though a heaviness lingered in his chest—likely from worrying about Ashley, he thought.
The doctors could only watch helplessly as Ethan left, with Diannel following close behind. "Mr. Yates, let me drive you."
"No need," Ethan replied. "Return to the office and handle business matters. Just send me the location coordinates."
"Be careful, Mr. Yates," Diannel cautioned. "By the way, James came by this morning with your paternity test results."
Ethan's steps faltered. "Did he say anything?"
"Nothing specific, but he looked troubled..."
What did James's troubled expression mean? Could it be true that he wasn't James's son?
However, Ethan couldn't dwell on that now. He grabbed his car keys and said, "We'll deal with that when I return."
He got into his luxury car, entered the coordinates into his GPS, and drove off.
As he drove, Ethan prayed silently: "Hold on, Ashley. I'm coming for you..."
The Yates Mansion
James slammed the paternity test report on the table, his face ashen with fury.
"Father," he seethed, "this is all Ivy's doing. All these years, the Yates family has been raising someone else's child!"
"Nonsense!" Michael responded in disbelief. After reading the report, he threw it aside. "This report must be wrong. Ethan cannot possibly be anyone but my grandson."
"Dad, Ethan and I took this test together," James insisted. "To be certain, I had tests done at separate hospitals. Both reports show identical results—they can't both be wrong!"
Michael's expression changed dramatically. He clutched his chest, overcome with pain.
James rushed to support him. "Dad, are you alright?"
"Get away..." Michael gasped, struggling to breathe.
James retrieved medication and gave it to Michael, who gradually began to recover.
"Dad," James continued, "I'm absolutely furious. How could this happen to me? You're a man too—you can't possibly want to acknowledge that the son you've raised for thirty years has no blood relation to you whatsoever!"
Michael collected himself, reflecting on the stark differences in temperament between Ethan and James. When Ethan was young, he had often wondered how such an exceptional child could have such an ineffectual father.
Now it all made sense—they truly weren't related by blood.
In this moment, Michael felt no anger like James did. Instead, he responded calmly, "What does it matter if Ethan isn't blood-related? In my heart, I've always regarded him as my own grandson. We will never speak of this again. Ethan is and will remain a member of the Yates family."
"Dad, have you lost your mind...?"
"Indeed, he has!" a voice interrupted as someone burst into the hall. "Imagine handing over the vast Yates fortune to someone who isn't even family. Grandfather must be suffering from dementia."
Michael and James exchanged bewildered glances. "Who are you?" Michael demanded.
The man smiled. "Hawk's son, Rafferty Yates. Look carefully, Grandfather. I'm your only true grandson—the rightful heir to the Yates Group!"
Michael pointed at him in shock, his finger trembling.
Hawk? His deceased younger son had a grown son?
Michael clutched his chest as his emotions overwhelmed him, and he collapsed unconscious.
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