Chapter 104

Evelyn's vision began to blur. A sharp pain shot through her arm.

She looked down to find a syringe embedded in her flesh. Her gaze turned icy.

With a swift motion, she yanked it out—only to realize half the drug had already been injected.

"Trying to poison me?" She smirked, using her last ounce of strength to plunge the remaining liquid into her attacker's arm.

Her legs gave way. She collapsed hard onto the floor.

When Ethan arrived, the scene before him froze his blood—Evelyn lay in a pool of crimson, her face deathly pale.

"Leave no one alive." His voice was colder than Arctic ice.

Vincent's grin stiffened. Dozens of black-clad men swarmed from all directions, swiftly overpowering his men.

Then he saw the man in the wheelchair. His knees trembled uncontrollably.

"M-Mr. Sullivan..."

Ethan didn't even glance at him. His hands shook as he gathered Evelyn into his arms. Her blood soaked through his shirt.

"Get a doctor. Now!"

His gaze landed on her swollen cheek. The air around him turned lethal.

"Who hit her?"

Vincent frantically waved his hands. "Not me—"

Ethan's lips curled into a cruel smile. "If you won't tell the truth, you won't need your tongue."

Screams echoed through the warehouse.

Vincent knelt, forehead smacking the ground, mouth dripping blood.

"Mr. Sullivan, these men—"

"Make them wish they were dead."

"And Vincent?"

"Chop him up. Feed him to the dogs."

Evelyn opened her eyes to a familiar ceiling.

She blinked, memories of the attack flooding back. That embrace—it had been Ethan.

The sound of a turning doorknob interrupted her thoughts.

Ethan entered with a bowl of soup, his wheelchair gliding silently over the carpet.

"You're awake." His voice was soft, almost cautious.

Evelyn lowered her lashes. "Thank you."

"Drink this first." He handed her the bowl. "The drug drained you. You need to recover."

The aroma of chicken broth filled the room. She took small sips, the silence between them making her pulse quicken.

"Move back in." His sudden command startled her.

Evelyn's fingers twitched. "That's not necessary—"

"The security here is better." His tone brooked no argument, though concern flickered in his eyes.

She studied his tense jawline and found herself unable to refuse.