Chapter 439 Jasmine's Heart Attack and Hospitalization
"Jasmine, don't worry. Ethan will be fine. Maybe his phone just ran out of battery," Edward noticed Jasmine's fear and quickly tried to comfort her.
Jasmine anxiously clasped her hands, her face pale. "Ethan would never not answer my call. He wouldn't let his phone die."
Jasmine knew Ethan well; he was meticulous and never did anything to make her scared or worried. "Something happened to him, something definitely happened."
On the Maple Avenue Street, under the overpass.
Ethan's phone was smashed, so he couldn't turn on it.
He cursed. At first, he wanted to use Connor's phone to call Jasmine to prevent her from worrying.
However, Connor's phone was even more broken than his.
"You're just as dumb," Connor leaned against the totaled car and said painfully.
"Shut up," Ethan's arm was injured, blood dripping down his fingertips.
"You didn't even bring a bodyguard." Connor looked at Ethan with disdain.
"I was afraid you'd die here, bad luck," Ethan leaned against the car and slowly sat on the ground.
The people who came to attack Connor had fled, but both of them were injured.
The bodyguards were on their way, and Ethan had also called the police.
Connor's face didn't look good as he stared at Ethan. "There were two groups of people trying to attack me today."
Ethan frowned. "Those people just now were out to kill you."
Connor covered his wound and spoke in a deep voice. "I was being watched as soon as I left MindScape Haven. That car overtook me on the road but didn't try to kill me; it was probably just a warning."
"It's not surprising that you have so many enemies," Ethan mocked Connor.
Connor sneered. "The only person I've offended recently is Annabelle."
The one who sent people to warn him was definitely Annabelle.
When Connor had a car accident and was knocked off the overpass, Annabelle sent him a message: [Connor, be careful on the road.]
He glanced at it, and as he was driving off the overpass, a car from behind maliciously rammed him off.
Luckily, someone had overtaken him earlier, which made him more alert.
"How can you be sure it's not the same group?" Ethan looked at Connor with a serious expression.
"Annabelle doesn't have the guts to kill me, and she's in a bad spot right now. She'd only send someone to warn me, not kill me. She wouldn't dare," said Connor. He knew that Annabelle offending the Hawthorne family at this time would have been suicidal.
Ethan nodded. "She indeed doesn't have the guts. Those people were desperados, more like mercenaries. Are they from the Hawthorne family?"
Connor's face looked grim, clearly having the answer.
Behind every great fortune, there were always countless dark hands.
The Hawthorne senior had two sons in total. The eldest son, Owen Hawthorne, was born to the Hawthorne senior's first wife and was the first son of the Hawthorne family.
Connor, on the other hand, was the youngest son born to Brian's third wife, a child born in Brian's later years and greatly doted upon.
Connor and Owen had a significant age difference. Moreover, Connor was smart from a young age, excelling in academics and various other aspects, earning Brian's favor.
To avoid conflicts with the Hawthorne family, Connor had distanced himself from the company as much as possible, immersing himself in psychological research and never meddling in family business.
But now, it seemed that avoidance was not the best strategy.
"I've said it long ago, a common man is innocent, but he is guilty for possessing a valuable. Connor, you are the heir to the Hawthorne family, Owen's biggest enemy, and that's an unchangeable fact," Ethan said with a frown.
Owen feared this younger brother, who was almost the same age as his daughter, and worried that Brian would ultimately choose to hand the company over to Connor.
Connor didn't say anything. "You don't need to worry about my issues. You should take care of Jasmine right now. If she can't reach you, she'll be terrified. Her weakness is too obvious."
Connor wasn't worried about his own life or death; he was worried about Jasmine.
Ethan was Jasmine's armor, as well as her weakness.
She was like a hermit crab that had just found a new shell—her shell was strong, but she herself was not yet strong enough.
If her shell, which was Ethan, were to be hurt, she would be instantly shattered, possibly even self-destructive.
"Every time I bring up Owen, you always avoid the topic. You have issues of your own. I suggest you see a psychologist too," Ethan said. He was frustrated, and he spoke again. "Connor, you don't owe them anything. Your mother was the wife the Hawthorne senior married in his later years. You are a legitimate heir of the Hawthorne family."
Ethan sighed and didn't continue.
These words would provoke Connor.
Connor had psychological issues, which was why he chose to study psychology.
Ethan knew that Connor initially did it to save himself.
The police arrived, and so did the ambulance.
Connor was helped onto the ambulance by the medical staff. In the flashing lights, he glanced at Ethan.
In the five years he had known Jasmine, he had been trying every possible way to teach her to be strong, using various methods to help her desensitize.
But it seemed doctors couldn't help themselves.
His dedication to helping Jasmine, being attracted to her the first time he saw her, was also a form of dedication to himself.
It was as if he hoped that if Jasmine could completely break free from her past shadows and grow healthily, he would have hope, too.
"Thank you." Ethan borrowed a phone from the police and nervously called Jasmine.
On the other end, Jasmine didn't answer.
Ethan started to panic.
"Hello, Edward, Jasmine—" Ethan called Edward.
Luckily, he had a good memory for numbers and remembered all the Cunningham family's phone numbers.
"Jasmine had a heart attack and is in the hospital. Why didn't you answer your phone?" Edward was a bit angry.
Ethan's breath tightened. He hung up the phone in a panic and rushed to the hospital.
"Sir, you're seriously injured." The doctor tried to stop Ethan, but he had already gotten into the bodyguard's car.
"To Capital Hospital."
"Mr. Douglas," the bodyguard was a bit nervous. Blood was still oozing from his shoulder, pierced by a sharp object.
Ethan was frantic. "To the hospital!"
Watching Ethan leave, Connor stopped the doctor and the police. "He has something important to deal with. If you have any questions, ask me. He came to rescue me midway."
The police nodded and got into the ambulance.
Connor leaned painfully against the car with a frown.
Jasmine, unable to reach Ethan, had been pushed beyond all the possibilities he had verified during her treatment.
Just not being able to get through on the phone was already unbearable for Jasmine.
Continuing like this was not a good thing.
Connor let out a sarcastic laugh.
A fragile glass doll, totally dependent on someone, was also fatal.
Just like him, easily trusting and depending on the so-called family, only to end up with fatal wounds.
In the Capital Hospital.
Jasmine had a sudden heart attack and was rushed to the hospital after taking medication.
She had a congenital heart condition and had surgery as a child, but it hadn't recurred since.
Until the fake daughter incident was exposed, Jasmine became a target.
"Jasmine!" Ethan, clutching his wound, ran into the hospital room in a panic.
Edward had wanted to scold Ethan at first, but seeing him run in covered in blood, he instinctively went to support him. "Ethan, what happened to you?"
"Where's Jasmine?" Ethan only wanted to know about Jasmine's condition.
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