CHAPTER 106: CHAPTER 106: ETHAN GRANT TAKES YVETTE ASTON HOME

"Yvette!"

Ben Ziegler rushed into the alley, anxiously looking around.

Where did she go?

"Yvette!"

The alley was quiet, and Ben ran around for a long time but couldn’t find Yvette.

He didn’t know that Yvette liked to find a corner to hide in when she was scared.

She was huddled in fear next to a trash bin in the corner of the alley, shivering.

Six years ago.

Yvette drank a glass of wine at a banquet and then was vaguely aware that someone took her to a room.

She was terrified, her heart constantly struggling and screaming, but her body was beyond her control.

She desperately wanted to escape, trying to stay awake, but it was useless.

She cried and banged on the door, wanting to leave, calling for help, struggling, but no one came to her rescue.

If the hotel’s floor-to-ceiling windows hadn’t been sealed, she might have had the urge to jump out.

She curled up in the corner, slowly losing hope for everyone.

"Bitch, shameless."

"Look at the marks on her body, not even wearing clothes."

"Look, there’s blood on the bed, how shameless."

The next day, before she even woke up, Charlotte Summers and Jayden Grant rushed in with reporters.

She opened her eyes in confusion, then hugged the blanket tightly in terror.

The fear at that moment even surpassed that of the previous night.

She felt like a fish thrown on the shore, dying of thirst, in her last struggle.

She helplessly cried out, begging Jayden Grant to help her.

But Jayden Grant’s eyes were cold, cruel, unfamiliar, and disgusted.

Each expression harshly threw her into hell.

Stepping on her bit by bit.

What did she do wrong? It was those who hurt her who were wrong.

Yet no one believed her, everyone wished to push her into the mud, never to rise again.

Yvette was scared, during those moments of fear, even breathing was difficult for her.

Hiding in the corner, Yvette cried silently until she shook all over.

A few drunkards walked through the alley, and Yvette curled up even tighter, biting her fingers hard, crying without daring to make a sound.

Her fingers were already bitten through, and a metallic taste spread in her mouth.

It seemed like she could no longer breathe of her own accord.

Just like when she was locked in the Grant Family’s warehouse by Jayden Grant and Charlotte Summers, she was overwhelmed with extreme fear, and the physical symptoms of depression and anxiety made her breathing numb.

"Yvette."

Just when Yvette was engulfed in fear, a familiar figure came into view.

Her body stiffened as she looked up, her gaze focused on Ethan Grant.

This must be a dream.

He went on a business trip to Coronet City, how could he be in Montville?

Impossible.

It must be a dream.

Ethan’s breathing was a bit rapid, seeing Yvette’s state, he slowly crouched in front of her. "Give me your hand."

Yvette was biting her hand, her hand was already bloodied, and she had bitten deeply.

Yvette’s gaze trembled, her fingers shook as she raised them, wanting to reach out but feeling too dirty, froze in place, hesitating, pacing.

Ethan grabbed Yvette’s wrist and pulled her into his arms, sighing with relief. "Let’s go home."

He found her.

...

Christopher Carter said he didn’t care about Yvette, but still stepped on the gas all the way, taking just an hour and ten minutes to reach the hospital.

Holly Ziegler said Henry Jennings had taken Yvette away and mentioned that Henry seemed off.

Ethan Grant ran downstairs, seeing Henry’s car still in the parking lot, he knew Yvette must be nearby.

He knew Yvette liked to hide in a corner when scared, in a place she thought was safe.

"Mr. Grant!" Christopher caught up, seeing Ethan found Yvette, he sighed with relief. "Henry’s assistant is also looking for Yvette, Henry returned to the Jennings Family, I heard old Mr. Jennings wasn’t feeling well."

Ethan laid his coat over Yvette, his voice low. "Let’s go back to Meridia first."

"Huh?" Christopher looked at Ethan in shock. "Mr. Grant... the shortest time to get back to Meridia from here is over four hours, and to return to Coronet City from Meridia, there’s no rest at all, it’s too exhausting."

Ethan didn’t mind, carrying Yvette into the car.

It took Yvette a long time to realize that the person beside her was real, not an illusion.

She tried hard to make a sound, but for now, nothing came out.

"Drink some warm water." Ethan handed Yvette some warm water.

Yvette took it with trembling fingers, warmth slowly spreading from her fingertips.

Ethan didn’t ask Yvette what happened.

He leaned quietly against his seat, speaking only when Yvette calmed down. "In the future, if something urgent comes up, you can tell me, I’ll send a driver for you."

Yvette opened her mouth, speaking softly with her head down. "Thank you..."

Ethan didn’t speak, slowly closing his eyes.

Yvette held the warm water, her voice hoarse. "Mr. Grant, why were you... in Montville."

"Just passing by." Ethan said lightly.

Yvette looked down, saying nothing.

Ethan probably didn’t want her to misunderstand.

During the journey, Ethan didn’t say another word.

Yvette sneaked a glance at Ethan, he was exceptionally handsome, even with closed eyes, his brows and aura remained deep and noble.

Her panicked heart slowly calmed down, Yvette leaned against the car glass, watching Ethan rest.

It seemed, just watching him, her heart could find peace.

"Hungry?" Maybe sensing Yvette’s gaze, Ethan slowly opened his eyes, his voice hoarse yet pleasant.

Yvette was startled, sitting up straight and tried to get up, but bumped her head on the roof, almost dropping the cup in her hands.

Ethan reached out to catch Yvette’s cup, smiling. "We’ll get a bigger car next time."

Yvette’s ears turned red, she kept her head down, saying nothing.

Ethan brought some snacks over, placing them beside Yvette.

The snacks in the car were originally prepared for Summers.

After the last time Summers had low blood sugar, Ethan had instructed Christopher to keep snacks in the car.

Yvette stared blankly at those snacks, then looked up at Ethan again.

Don’t be so nice to her...

A flower growing in darkness, suddenly seeing sunlight, would die.

Carefully reaching out for a piece of bread, Yvette tore it open and took a bite.

It’s very sweet.

After eating the bread, her stomach felt much better.

The car was too quiet, and Yvette fell asleep leaning against the car window.

"Mr. Grant, we’ve arrived."

"Shh!" Ethan glanced at the time, it was three-thirty in the morning.

Making a gesture to hush, Ethan carried Yvette out of the car.

Yvette was usually a light sleeper, she would wake to any noise when in prison.

But for some reason, she slept deeply this time.

Christopher hummed quietly, speaking softly. "Mr. Grant, you should sleep at home for a bit too, we can leave at eight."

Ethan nodded, carrying Yvette into the bedroom.

After putting her on the bed, Ethan wanted to leave, but Yvette’s fingers clung tightly to his sleeve.

Standing by the bed in silence for a long time, Ethan’s thoughts were also somewhat conflicted.

His attitude towards Yvette was indeed too different.

Such behavior might not be a good thing for Yvette.

It seems maintaining some distance is necessary.

Unless, he could fully take responsibility for her.