Chapter 26: She is My Wife

The hospital.

The VIP ward.

Tyler was playing a role-playing game with his private nurse, a beautiful woman.

"Little Master. Come on! Open your mouth. It's time to take your medicine."

"Listen, sweetheart. Your way of administering medicine is far from professional. You shouldn't use your hand. You should use this..."

As Tyler spoke, he hooked his finger under the woman's chin.

However, before he could finish speaking, the door to the ward was abruptly pushed open by two men in black suits and sunglasses.

Seeing this, Tyler was instantly startled. "Who are you guys? What do you want?"

Before the two men in black could answer, a tall man with an air of nobility strode in.

"Ethan?" Tyler couldn't help but tremble at the sight of Ethan, remembering the severe beating he had received last time. "What are you doing here?"

Ethan glanced at Tyler, not even bothering to acknowledge him.

He undid a button on his suit and sat down on the sofa next to the hospital bed.

The more Ethan remained silent, doing nothing, the more frightened Tyler became.

With his right hand still in a cast and his movements constrained, he urged the woman beside him, "What are you waiting for? Hurry, call the police!"

"Oh, oh, okay!" She was also alarmed by the situation, hurriedly pulling out her cell phone from her bag.

But before she could unlock her phone, she was pinned to the floor, conveniently right next to Ethan.

The man was so imposing that his mere silent presence sent shivers down her spine.

"I...I...I don't know anything, please let me go."

Ethan's mood had been fluctuating since he left Lakeside Mansion, and he currently had a bit of patience left for this irrelevant woman.

He simply spat out one word, "Scram."

Once the woman left, he lost all patience.

When his two bodyguards closed the door, he slowly rose, methodically removing his watch and cufflinks.

Seeing his actions, Tyler began to feel a bone-deep dread. It was clear that Ethan was about to get his hands dirty.

"E..Ethan, what are you planning? I've been in the hospital all this time, I didn't do anything."

"Heh," Ethan sneered, stepping closer to the hospital bed, "Scarface escaped without leaving any evidence, and you think I'm a fool?"

"I'm not as stupid as you think!" Ethan grabbed Tyler's throat, "Even though you're bedridden with broken bones, you're still ordering others to do your dirty work. You dared to mess with my people over and over again. Looks like I need to shut you up for good.

"No, no, please, Ethan, I have no idea who this Scarface you're talking about is. Isn't there some kind of misunderstanding here, Ethan?"

"Misunderstanding?" Ethan chuckled maliciously, picking up the prop syringe that Tyler used for role-playing, "So me sewing your mouth shut will be a misunderstanding too, huh?"

Tyler was no match for Ethan even when he was in good shape, let alone now. He was pinned down and was at Ethan's mercy.

But just as Ethan was about to get started, a light cough echoed from behind, "Ahem... That's enough, Ethan. This is a hospital, don't you think you're crossing a line?"

"Dr. Herrera, please, you've got to help me!" Tyler exclaimed, relief washing over him as he saw Brevard enter. Ethan, however, was far from placated.

"Crossing a line? How am I being unreasonable compared to his actions?" he retorted.

"Ethan!" Brevard swiftly seized the syringe from Ethan, "Your bodyguards are causing quite a commotion. They've even attracted the attention of a journalist from the next room. Can't you at least respect the fact that this is my family's hospital? It doesn't look good, you pricking him with a needle in the mouth."

"Oh?" Ethan smirked, "How about this then? If the wound isn't on the face, it's acceptable, right?"

With that, he stepped on Tyler's not-yet-healed ribs. "His old injuries have flared up. That's not your hospital's fault, is it?"

Brevard adjusted his glasses, spread his hands in defeat, and took two steps back. "As long as you're satisfied."

The next moment, with the force of Ethan's foot, Tyler's screams became louder and louder. Brevard didn't try to stop it anymore, thankful for the soundproofing of the VIP ward.

After teaching Tyler a lesson, Ethan nonchalantly wiped his shoes with the bedsheet, not even bothering to look up.

"This is your final warning," he stated coldly, "Even if Vivian is a simpleton, she's still my wife. If you dare lay a finger on her again, and I promise you'll wish you were dead!"

Inside Brevard's office, Ethan is visibly agitated, loosening his tie.

Even after dealing with Tyler, he still felt angry.

Upon seeing his state, Brevard called his assistant to bring a cup of tea.

"Take a sip of this chamomile tea. It'll help simmer down your temper. You seem really ticked off by this little simpleton, treating her like a thorn in your side that nobody else can touch. What's going on?"

Ethan downed the cup of chamomile tea in one gulp, feeling extremely agitated, "I found myself green with envy over some photographs she brought. It's beyond mere physical attraction now. But she's simpleton, an innocent simpleton, who sees me as nothing more than a brother."

"Well..." Brevard sighed, "I still stand by my previous suggestion. Seriously, Ethan, you need to give it a thought. Like I said, even finding a lookalike of Sophia Harrison as a stand-in. You should at least give it a shot, else, you might end up being the one to hurt this little simpleton, don't you think?"

Ethan rubbed his temples, closing his eyes in deep thought. After a while, he finally nodded in agreement.

Suddenly, a noise echoed from outside.

Ethan's eyes shot open, "Who's out there?"

"Nothing to worry about," Brevard pointed at the malfunctioning printer, "This thing has been acting up, making noise every few hours. I'll have it replaced later."

Brevard didn't give it a second thought, and Ethan took his friend's word for it.

Meanwhile, outside the office, Brevard's assistant, who had just served the tea, sneaked away quietly.

She wasn't heading towards the pantry, but to Tyler's room.

"Tyler, this is exactly what Dr. Herrera and Ehtan were discussing. I relayed it to you verbatim."

Tyler frowned, "Are you sure you heard the name Sophia Harrison?"

"I'm certain! Dr. Herrera mentioned it a few times, I wouldn't mistake it."

"Good, keep a sharp eye if Ethan visits again. Your efforts won't go unrewarded."

After the assistant left, the bathroom door in Tyler's room was suddenly opened.

A woman walked out of it.