HBWnovel Chapter 267
Chapter 267
However seeing Ethan Leave Serenity could stand him going to confront or go rest knowing how deadly they are.
Without wasting anymore time she hurried after Ethan, her voice trembling with urgency as she called out to him.
"Ethan, wait!" She caught up to him just as he reached his car, her eyes wide with worry.
"You can't go back to school. It's not safe."
Ethan raised an eyebrow, pausing before he opened the car door. "And why's that?"
"Because even if my family manages to solve things with the Silver family," Serenity said, her voice cracking slightly, "they'll never forgive you. You beat their men, humiliated them. They'll hunt you down, Ethan. You need to go into hiding. Please, listen to me."
At that moment Ethan leaned against the car, crossing his arms. For a moment, his face was unreadable, his eyes studying hers intently.
"You think hiding will solve anything?" he finally asked, his tone calm but edged with something unreadable.
"I don't know," Serenity admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But it'll buy you time. Time to think, time to figure out a plan. Staying out in the open is too dangerous."
Ethan considered her words for a moment, his gaze softening slightly. "You're right," he said at last. "It's not worth the risk. I'll go into hiding."
Hearing what Ethan just said.
Relief washed over Serenity's face, and she stepped back as Ethan opened the car door.
"Thank you," she said, her voice heavy with gratitude. "Please, be careful."@@@@
Ethan gave her a small nod, his expression unreadable once again. He climbed into the car and started the engine, but just as Serenity thought he was about to drive off, he rolled down the window.
"One thing you should know," he said, his voice low but firm. "I'm not running to save myself. I'm running to end this. Permanently."
Ethan stood there for a moment, catching his breath, his eyes scanning the scene. He worked quickly, lifting each body with calculated efficiency and placing them back into their car. He adjusted their positions, ensuring it would look like an accident. Then, he climbed into their vehicle, driving it to a sharp turn just before the York family mansion. There, he carefully staged the crash, the car veering off into a shallow ditch.
Satisfied with the scene, Ethan stepped back and surveyed his work. Broken glass glinted under the moonlight, the car's front crushed against a tree. To anyone who found it, it would look like a tragic accident on a dark, winding road.
Ethan turned and walked away, his footsteps silent against the dirt road. He climbed into his own car, his expression unreadable as he drove off. Tonight, he had bought himself time, but he knew this was only the beginning.
Ethan sat in his car, the soft glow of his phone illuminating his face. He contacted his media team, issuing precise instructions to publish a carefully crafted story.
[Frame it as reckless driving under the influence,] he write. [Tag it as drug-related behavior. Make it believable—mention how the authorities found traces of substances in the vehicle. Ensure the story ties up any loose ends.]
The response was quick. [Understood. It'll be out in the next hour.]
Ethan hung up, his eyes fixed on the dark road ahead. His plan was in motion, but it wasn't without risk. He needed to ensure the York family didn't unravel it. Taking a deep breath, he dialed Serenity.
It took only a couple of rings before she answered, her voice laced with worry.
"Ethan? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Ethan assured her, though his tone was serious. "Listen carefully. The Silver family will hear about the accident soon, and they can't know what really happened at your mansion."
Serenity paused.
"What are you saying?"
"I need you to talk to your grandmother," Ethan said firmly. "Convince her to keep everything that happened tonight between the family. No one should mention the fight or that I was there. The Silver family won't stop digging if they think there's more to the story."
Serenity sighed, the weight of the situation evident in her voice. "You're asking for a lot, Ethan. You know how stubborn my grandmother is."
"I'm not asking," Ethan said, his voice calm but unyielding. "I'm pleading. This isn't just about me. If they find out, it'll bring more trouble for all of you. You know what they're capable of."