Ethan Cooper didn’t even glance at them. He kept his head down, looking around for a while. Only after quite some time did a hint of joy appear on his face. He picked up a pen cap from the ground and got off the bus without looking back.

“Whew~~~” Once they were sure he had really left, everyone let out a collective sigh of relief. If he had stayed any longer, they would have all ended up with heart problems.

Steadying himself, the sleazy boss, still clutching his bleeding wound, finally regained a bit of his swagger, but didn’t dare raise his voice as he barked at the driver, “What are you waiting for? Hurry up and get to the hospital!”

Were they trying to hijack the bus? Not at all!

Next stop: the hospital.

Chapter 13 The Grant Family

After getting off the bus, when Ethan Cooper found the conspicuous Megan Brooks in the crowd, the woman was already gone. Although he wasn’t the type to expect gratitude for his good deeds, whether he cared or not was one thing, and whether others showed appreciation was another. As someone once said: it’s a matter of attitude.

I went through all that trouble to save you, and you don’t even say thank you? Damn it, next time I see you, I’ll definitely knock you down! Ethan Cooper thought angrily to himself.

That one had just patted her butt and left, but there was still a stern-faced young lady here. After waiting for Ethan Cooper, Megan Brooks said nothing and just walked ahead.

Ethan Cooper had no idea what he’d done to upset her this time, so he followed behind her cautiously...

Two flowers bloom, each showing their own beauty.

Meanwhile, the old man in the Bentley sat dazed and uncomfortable in the car. Not only did he have no idea about the stranded Megan Brooks and Ethan Cooper on the roadside, he didn’t even know where he himself was.

“Sir, are you feeling unwell? Should I take you to the hospital first?” The driver, seeing the old man’s pale face in the rearview mirror, couldn’t help but ask with concern.

“Take me home first!” the old man grunted stubbornly, then closed his eyes, slumping weakly in his seat and breathing heavily.

The driver didn’t dare say more and sped toward the most famous and luxurious Imperial View Villa District in Deep City.

The Bentley drove into a private, standalone luxury villa. By the large pond in the garden, a stunningly beautiful young woman with a frosty expression was feeding the fish.

It was a scene of pure elegance—anyone would find it pleasing to the eye. But on closer inspection, the beauty would be diminished, perhaps even lost entirely, because the girl was not feeding the fish ordinary pellets, but bloody raw meat. The surface of the pond churned with blood, and the meat was devoured in an instant.

Yes, the pond was filled with terrifying piranhas. For a girl to enjoy such a bloody pastime, her character and temperament were certainly intriguing.

The girl was as beautiful as a peach blossom but cold as ice, as if the whole world owed her money. Only when she saw the old man slowly getting out of the Bentley did a rare hint of joy appear on her face. “Grandpa, you’re back?”

“Hehe!” The old man forced a smile. “Girl, are you happy that Grandpa’s home?”

She nodded, her expression softening a little. “Grandpa, honestly, you came all this way—why didn’t you call ahead? I could have picked you up at the airport!”

“I wanted to surprise you!” The old man smiled, looking lovingly at his granddaughter Hannah Grant, his only grandchild of the third generation. “In a few days, it’ll be my precious granddaughter’s twentieth birthday. How could I not come back?”

Hannah Grant finally smiled—a barely noticeable smile, but for her, it was rare. Only in front of her dearest loved ones would she show such genuine emotion.

“Where’s your father?” the old man asked as he walked toward the villa.

“Dad’s in the capital. I’ll see if I can reach him and let him know you’re back!” Hannah Grant said, taking out her phone.

“What’s he doing in Shancheng?”

Hannah Grant shook her head. “I’m not really sure. I heard it’s something to do with the syndicate...”

“Hmph!” the old man snorted, cutting her off. “Syndicate, syndicate—busy with that shady business all day long. Even if he makes it big, what’s the point? Can’t show his face, can’t see the light of day, like a rat in the sewer. Why can’t he be more like your uncle, quietly helping me and working for the group...”

As he spoke, the old man suddenly felt a wave of dizziness, the world spinning. He lost his balance and collapsed onto the sofa, his chest tight and stuffy, his stomach churning. With a retch, he couldn’t help but vomit again.

“Grandpa! Grandpa, what’s wrong?” Hannah Grant cried out in alarm. “Abby, Butler Ford, hurry, come quickly!”

The driver Abby and Butler Ford rushed over at the sound, both shocked by the scene before them.

“Butler Ford, call Director Peng right now, hurry!” Hannah Grant shouted in panic, tears streaming down her face.

“Miss, don’t worry, I’ll call right away!” The flustered Butler Ford finally snapped out of it and hurried to make the call.

After vomiting several times, the old man finally felt a bit better. He reached out to wipe the tears from his granddaughter’s cheek. “Don’t worry, girl, Grandpa’s fine!”