Chapter 133: Chapter 133: Cough, why bring that up?

In the hospital room, Scarlett was holding a lesson plan, explaining earnestly before she sighed in frustration, “No, we’ve already gone over this grammar point.”

“Erm… uh-huh.” Ethan was awkward, his gaze drifting over to his aunt’s shapely figure, occasionally landing on her long, crossed legs.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve studied. I need time to get a grip on this stuff.”

“Yeah.” Blair, sitting nearby, chimed in, “Isn’t it because you were too busy staring at mom’s feet just now?”

“Hey!” Ethan, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, protested, “How can you just make stuff up about me?”

“Alright.” Scarlett, still holding the lesson plan, looked resigned, “Let’s call it a day for now. Ethan, if you want to catch up, you really need to put in more effort on your own time.”

“Mom, you’re being too hard on him. He’s currently very close with that gorgeous actress,” Blair said with a shrug, “They’re practically inseparable.”

“Enough, Blair!” Ethan snapped, clearly irritated. Blair had been undermining him all day.

“Hmm~” Blair, seeing Ethan’s annoyance, stood up leisurely and waved his hand, “I’m going out for a bit.”

Now, only Ethan and Scarlett were left in the room.

“Auntie, you have to believe me, Abby and I are just friends,” Ethan swore.

These days, he could sense that Blair was acting differently than before.

But he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

“It’s okay, no need to explain,” Scarlett said, covering her forehead with her hand, her emotions complex. This young boyfriend of hers could charm women even while lying in a hospital bed.

She didn’t even want to think about what might happen once he recovered.

“Are you really planning to go back to school?”

“Yeah.” Ethan nodded, his eyes inadvertently scanning Scarlett’s figure. Maybe it was because she had become a full-fledged teacher.

Her uniform seemed to add an extra touch of allure.

He raised his hand, “I’m feeling pretty good now. I can’t just lie in bed forever. I want to get back to normal life.”

Ethan looked into Scarlett’s eyes, “I also want to finish my studies. My dream is to become a doctor and then marry you, Auntie.”

He was lucky, a single bottle of treatment had resolved his progressive muscle weakness.

Now, he needed to think about his future.

Becoming a doctor was a good choice, whether it was to cover up his unusual physical condition or to better accomplish his missions in the future.

Of course, he had another motive he hadn’t mentioned.

Ethan’s gaze flicked to his aunt’s high heels.

Now that his aunt was his girlfriend, dating a beautiful teacher at school and then making love in every corner of the school in various positions.

Such scenarios were a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

“Keep at it,” Scarlett noticed his gaze falling on her high heels again, her expression resigned.

This young boyfriend really had a thing for her feet.

But knowing he wanted to become a doctor, although skeptical, Scarlett still encouraged him, “Come on, let’s continue studying.”

When Blair came back in the evening with a shopping bag, only Ethan was left in the room. “Where’s mom?”

“Auntie went home.” Ethan had already packed up the textbooks and was tapping away on his laptop, searching for information.

This mission was extremely important to him,completing it would earn him a second bottle of the treatment.

That would truly be a new beginning for him.

“Yeah.” Blair sat down on another bed, hands in his pockets, “I saw mom masturbating alone last night.”

Ethan looked up, his mouth agape, “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Blair’s expression was calm, “She was calling your name.”

“You’ve made it impossible for me to continue this conversation.” Ethan was embarrassed but secretly thrilled. His aunt liked him.

She saw him as her boyfriend.

“Cough, why bring that up?”

Blair stared at him, hands resting on her thighs, and after a pause, shook her head, “I don’t know, maybe you and mom would be happier without me around.”

“Are you an idiot?” Ethan shook his head, looking straight into Blair’s eyes, “We’re family. You and Auntie are both really important to me.”

“Mm.” Blair cracked a smile, “Going to sleep now.”

She kicked off her shoes and flopped onto the bed, as usual, starting to play with her phone.

Ethan watched her for a while, and seeing nothing unusual, he lowered his head and continued typing on his keyboard.

Blair might look mature, but she was just a six-foot-tall kid who wasn’t even of age yet.

The next day arrived.

Abigaile came to the hospital to pick him up, her face showing signs of sleep deprivation, her makeup not as polished as usual, giving her a somewhat disheveled look.

“Abby, you look like you didn’t sleep well?” Ethan picked up his backpack, asking curiously.

“Hey! I couldn’t sleep at all, okay!” Abigaile covered her face, her expression betraying her panic, “I went home last night and looked up some reports.”

“Turns out, three years ago, this guy Salvatore was hired by a construction company. They used gangster tactics to forcibly acquire land, causing a fire and even a death.”

“Some government officials were involved too, and they managed to hush it up. Now, Prosecutor Katherine has taken an interest and reopened the case, apparently because someone involved back then has come forward to her.”

“This is way out of our league!”

Abigaile had been talking for a while, but seeing Ethan’s calm demeanor, she burst out, “Hey, give me some reaction here!”

“Hmm?” Ethan’s eyes twinkled with amusement as he looked at Abigaile’s anxious face, “You seem really scared. Why haven’t you run away? After all, there’s no contract or obligation between us.”

Abigaile paused, as if realizing she really could walk away from this.

“Okay, then I’m leaving.”

She turned and walked towards the door of the hospital room. At the doorway, she turned back, “Hey, are you going to continue investigating?”

“Of course.” Ethan gave a firm reply, “I always complete my assignments.”

“Good luck then.” Abigaile walked out of the room.

Ethan picked up his backpack and followed, only to see her pausing at the doorway.

“As an adult, I can’t just abandon a kid,” Abigaile put on her sunglasses, “If I feel danger, I’ll leave immediately.”

Ethan’s expression was odd,Abigaile was unexpectedly loyal, yet timid.

“Where to now?” Abigaile’s voice trembled slightly.

“Let’s go meet our star prosecutor,” Ethan pulled out his phone, having gotten Katherine’s number from Jessica.

“I really hate that old man,” Officer Jessica had told him over the phone last night, the background noise clearly indicating she was in a bar, “But after asking you for help, I feel relieved. No pressure, whatever the outcome.”

“Tch.” Ethan scoffed, his mind burdened by other people’s family issues.

Ethan dialed the number Jessica had given him.

A cool female voice answered, “Hello.”