The key point is that the young master from his own family was happily watching the show from the side.
Alice Cooper said, “Why are you so anxious? We’ve been wanting to teach Samuel Harris a lesson for a long time. Don’t worry, Charles Foster knows what he’s doing—no one’s going to die.”
The manager: “……”
Meanwhile, William Carter, holding a wine bottle, was also startled by his cousin.
That was intense.
Before he could recover, he suddenly felt the person beside him stumble and collapse onto him.
He turned his head and saw that Ethan Brooks’s face was pale, his forehead covered in sweat.
William Carter was shocked and hurriedly shouted, “Quick, quick, come help him to the hospital!”
*
In the end, Ethan Brooks didn’t go to the hospital, just went to sit in the lounge.
Out of that smoky, chaotic private room, the cold white lights made Ethan Brooks’s features even clearer. After all, he was the beloved protagonist in the story, and his looks were truly striking. His eyelashes were long, his pupils pure black, his eyes upturned at the outer corners—cool and elegant, yet dazzling.
Right now, Ethan Brooks was still a pitiful figure, sensitive, insecure, and stubborn. When faced with sudden kindness, he was anxious and uneasy.
He could face insults and ridicule with indifference, but didn’t dare meet the concern and warmth in someone’s eyes.
“You really don’t want to go to the hospital?” William Carter asked.
Ethan Brooks lowered his head and murmured a response.
William Carter thought about it and understood.
After all, there was still an elderly person at Ethan Brooks’s home. He probably did all this behind Grandma Brooks’s back and didn’t want her to worry.
William Carter: “Give me your phone number.”
Ethan Brooks was stunned for a moment, a look of helplessness flashing across his pale face. After a long time, he lowered his head and said, “I don’t have a phone.”
William Carter: “……”
Sorry, he forgot.
Grandma Brooks was now living on a meager subsidy. The whole family was extremely poor.
“Then tell me your home address.”
Ethan Brooks was taken aback.
William Carter reasoned, “I saved you, so of course I have to take responsibility to the end. Otherwise, wouldn’t all my time and effort be wasted?”
Ethan Brooks pressed his lips together, lowered his lashes to hide his eyes, and gave William Carter an address.
William Carter memorized the address, the corners of his lips lifting in a good mood.
Tsk, useless 008, what’s the point of you? Didn’t I just get the address myself?
William Carter was very pleased to have gotten the address, and said to Ethan Brooks, “My name is William Carter, I just arrived in Jingcheng, and there’s a good chance we’ll be classmates.”
Ethan Brooks seemed a bit dazed, perhaps at a loss in the face of a stranger’s kindness, and replied slowly, “I—I’m Ethan Brooks.”
William Carter smiled, his features gentle and obedient, and when he smiled earnestly, he was especially likable: “Mm, Ethan Brooks, that’s a really nice name.”
He had spent the whole afternoon listening to people sing at Linshui, and after all this commotion, it was already evening. With such a big incident at Linshui, no one was in the mood to keep the place open, so they quickly cleared the venue and let the staff go home early.
As Ethan Brooks was leaving, William Carter handed him the medicine he’d specially asked someone to buy.
“Take the medicine when you get home and get a good night’s sleep. You’re young—your body isn’t something to mess around with.”
Ethan Brooks took the medicine. Under the moonlight and streetlamp, his eyelashes trembled, and his delicate, cool features looked a bit stunned.
After a long while, he looked up and said softly, “Thank you.”
His voice was indifferent, but if you listened closely, there was a hint of hoarseness, as if he was forcibly suppressing emotions that shouldn’t be there.
William Carter sighed inwardly. He waved at him and turned to leave.
After all, there were still things to take care of.
Seriously, even though his cousin had caused trouble and sent someone to the hospital, it was all for his sake, and William Carter had thoroughly enjoyed watching it. At the time, he was mentally giving it a big thumbs up. If his uncle and aunt questioned him, he’d definitely have to help put in a good word.
*
The moment he walked out of Linshui.
All the fear on Ethan Brooks’s face vanished without a trace, his aura instantly turning mysterious and dangerous. His eyes were still cool, but now carried the nonchalance of someone long accustomed to power.
Ethan Brooks opened his hand, revealing a small bugging device in his palm.
It had recorded all the conversations in the private room.
Ethan Brooks lowered his eyes, his gaze deep and mocking, the corners of his lips curving in a faint, derisive smile.
The Wang family would be ruined sooner or later by Samuel Harris, that reckless fool with no filter.
The towering skyscrapers blocked out the sky.
He took a long stride forward, and as he passed a trash can at the intersection, he thought about tossing the medicine in his other hand.
But in the end, Ethan Brooks hesitated. The image of that boy’s face under the dazzling lights flashed through his mind. For some reason, his fingers tightened, and he held onto the medicine.
He let out a low chuckle.
“…William Carter?”
Chapter 6 Understanding
The main residence of the The Foster Family, in a refined and elegant hall.
Charles Foster was kneeling on the floor, head down and silent, but his expression was defiant, as if saying, “Go ahead and scold me, I won’t admit I’m wrong.” No wonder his father was furious.
Mr. Foster was about to be driven to death by this unfilial son: “Fighting! You even sent someone to the hospital! If you’re so tough, why don’t you beat me up too!”
“You still think you’re so great, that you did nothing wrong? Bring me the board—today I’ll teach him a lesson, or tomorrow he’ll be out killing people.”
A servant, trembling, handed over a long wooden board.
Mrs. Foster was anxiously pleading at the side: “Hey, aren’t you even going to let our child explain?”