Chapter 221

Chapter 221

Rachel was trembling with rage.

Ethan glanced at the car by the fountain not far away.

The window slowly rolled down, and Henry poked his head out from the back seat, looking in their direction.

Ethan looked at Nolan standing beside Rachel, let out a breath, and asked in a serious tone, "Nolan, do you know what you just did?"

The little boy didn't speak. He slightly tilted his head backward and stared at him in silence.

Ethan felt helpless and turned to leave, but Nolan suddenly grabbed his pant leg.

He was somewhat startled. He stopped and looked down at Nolan, only to see the child's mouth opening and closing as he stammered, "Uncle Ethan is Nolan's daddy. Uncle Ethan don't go."

Ethan's lowered eyes suddenly lifted, his gaze sharp as he looked at Rachel.

A flash of panic crossed Rachel's eyes, and she didn't dare meet his gaze.

Ethan's eyes were cold as his thin lips parted, "Did you teach him that?"

Ever since he brought Nolan back to the Carter Family, he had made it crystal clear to everyone that this child was Emily and Zack's, and told him to call him uncle.

Nolan himself would never have the awareness that "he is daddy." The only possibility was that Rachel had instigated it.

Given Rachel's nature, this was entirely possible.

Realizing that Nolan's earlier attempt to push Henry was deliberately orchestrated, Ethan's eyes grew even darker.

"Rachel, just how many vicious thoughts do you have that I don't know about?" Ethan asked in a deep voice.

Rachel was intimidated by his gaze and didn't know how to defend herself for a moment. She could only cry and explain, "Ethan, don't accuse me! I didn't do anything. It was Nolan himself... he's not normal to begin with. Who knows what an autistic child is thinking all day."

Probably having heard the argument outside, Elizabeth was wheeled out by the butler in her wheelchair.

She looked very weak, completely lacking the energy she had at her birthday banquet a few days ago. She asked softly, "What happened?"

Ethan was in a hurry to pick up Christina. After a servant brought down the documents he needed, he glanced at his watch, then looked at Elizabeth and instructed the servants in a serious tone, "Make Nolan kneel here and reflect. He's not allowed to get up until it's dark!"

With that, he strode down the steps with his long legs.

Rachel trembled with rage as she watched Ethan's retreating form.

Soon, the bodyguards monitoring her walked in from outside the estate and spoke with a deep voice, "Ms. Carter, Mr. Carter wants us to take you back now!"

It wasn't until both Ethan's and Rachel's cars had left the estate that Emily, who had been hiding in the shadows outside the wall, slowly emerged halfway, her eyes sinister.

Her phone suddenly rang. After glancing at the screen, she hurried away as well.

The black Bentley drove through the bustling streets of Emerald City in the afternoon. The driver drove steadily while Ethan and Henry sat in the back seat.

After getting in the car, Ethan handled a few work calls. When he finished, he realized that Henry , who sat beside him had been staring at him the entire time.

He put away his phone and asked gently, "Do you have something you want to tell me?"

After a few seconds of silence in the car, Henry said in a low voice with a hint of grievance in his eyes, "Mr. Carter, are you really Nolan's daddy?"

The little boy finally asked the question that had been weighing on his heart.

Ethan's heart tightened. He reached out and pulled Henry onto his lap, asking softly, "Why are you suddenly asking this?"

"When we were playing just now, Nolan said it himself," Henry answered honestly. "And that really mean woman, she said Mr. Carter is Nolan's daddy, and you both have the last name Carter."

"But you've always liked me and Mommy, haven't you? You also said you're Henry's daddy!" Children have a strong sense of possession and never want to share the people they care about.

Ethan took a deep breath and said slowly, "Of course I'm not Nolan's daddy. He has his own daddy."

"But they all said Nolan looks exactly like you." Henry frowned, his face full of confusion.

"That's because his daddy is my twin brother who looks exactly like me. He looks like his daddy, so he also looks like me." Ethan explained patiently.

"You're not lying to me, right?"

"Of course not. I will never lie to you."

The little boy's eyes suddenly reddened. He wrapped his arms around Ethan's neck and said with a sob, "You're my daddy, you're mine..."

Ethan's heart ached as he held him tightly in his arms.

"Mr. Carter..." Henry buried his face in Ethan's neck, his voice soft and sweet, "Daddy... Daddy..."

"What?" Ethan pushed Henry back slightly in disbelief, looking at his red eyes.

The little boy called out again, "Daddy... Henry's daddy."

Ethan felt sour as his heart broke a little, his eyes becoming slightly warm.

"Okay." He suppressed his emotions and held his son tightly in his arms, comforting him softly, "We'll go pick up Mommy from the hospital in a bit and go home together. From now on, I'll protect you and your mommy."

On the other side, Emily had disguised herself as a caregiver, sneaked out of the hospital, and then quietly returned.

This couldn't have been done without help from someone on the inside and outside.

The doctor doing the routine check walked out of the ward and was stopped by the police for questioning according to procedure.

Another guard deliberately went in to check, and only after confirming there was someone in the bed did he come back out.

The officer who came out of the ward nodded to the one at the door, then let the doctor leave.

At that moment, it was late at night abroad.

A ten-thousand-acre vineyard estate located in a border town in Novaria was shrouded in the quiet of night.

The castle covered a hundred acres, dignified and elegant, with an extremely luxurious interior.

In the underground wine cellar, a well-built man was leaning back in the center of the sofa in the wine-tasting area.

His head rested on the back of the sofa, a lit cigarette in his right hand, wisps of smoke rings escaping from his mouth and nose.

He wore a high-quality silk robe, the collar wide open, revealing his sexy chest and abs. He was extremely good-looking.

The elevator door suddenly opened, and a burly bodyguard in formal wear approached.

"Mr. Robinson." The bodyguard stopped in front of the sofa and called out in a deep voice.

The man on the sofa sat up slowly, stubbed out the cigarette in his hand in the ashtray, and fixed his sharp eyes on the bodyguard.

"Photos just came in." The bodyguard took out his phone, pulled up a photo, stepped forward, and bent down to hand the phone to the man.

The man lowered his eyes and glanced at the photo indifferently.

The bodyguard continued respectfully, "At Elizabeth's birthday banquet, Mr. Carter brought Christina and her son Henry, which was an indirect announcement of the mother and son's status. That day, he even sent his own sister to jail because of them."