The Grants: Choosing One Between The Two-Chapter 220: Ethan Grant Announces Relationship on Weibo

Chapter 220: Chapter 220: Ethan Grant Announces Relationship on Weibo

"You should head back first." Ethan Grant raised his hand to massage his forehead.

The lawyer hesitated to speak, remained silent for a long time, but eventually decided to speak up. "Mr. Grant, you’ve endured it for over ten years; a few more days won’t make much difference."

Ethan said nothing.

More than ten years.

Since he was a child, some seeds had quietly taken root and begun to sprout.

"Ethan, remember, Mom would never commit suicide, never."

"Ethan... As long as I have you, I would never harm my own life. Remember, if anything ever happens to me, it’s definitely not suicide..."

Ethan Grant could never forget. That year, he was only eight years old. Arthur Grant, in a drunken stupor, committed domestic violence, leaving the house in shambles.

On that stormy night, Ethan stood behind the door, watching as Arthur Grant used a golf club to beat his mother time after time.

His door was locked from the outside. No matter how much he cried and screamed, he couldn’t open it.

His fingers trembled slightly as Ethan held his forehead, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

Childhood shadows can truly accompany one for a lifetime.

"Ethan..."

On the second floor, Yvette Aston came out barefoot with her eyes red.

She cried out Ethan’s name, not calling him Mr. Grant, but Ethan.

Ethan’s thoughts were pulled back to reality, and his heart tightened suddenly.

Looking up at Yvette standing upstairs, Ethan stood up and quickly walked towards her. "Did you have a nightmare?"

"I dreamt you died..."

Yvette was still crying, crying hard.

To Yvette, the scariest nightmare wasn’t that Ethan Grant might leave her, but that he would die.

Because of her, be killed by someone.

Ethan laughed and pulled Yvette into his arms to comfort her. "Have you been watching too many suspense movies?"

"I’m scared that if we push the Bell Family too hard..." Yvette said uneasily.

She knew Wendy Bell was not a foolish person, not like Claudia Bell and Faye Lawson who were so stupid.

She was patient, skilled at disguise.

If pushed to the brink, who knows what she might do.

"What about when someone pushes you to the brink?" Ethan Grant carried Yvette down the stairs in his arms. "Instead of worrying about pushing those who bully you to the limit, think about where to strike to leave them powerless to retaliate."

When venomous snakes attack, they always seize the moment for a deadly strike.

When tigers and wolves hunt, they first break their prey’s throat.

Not giving the enemy a chance to breathe is the real counterattack.

Yvette lay on Ethan’s shoulder, pondering his words.

A fatal strike...

That requires not just means, but absolute strength and capital.

"Can’t contain the online public opinion... Hasn’t the Bell Family fought back?" Yvette asked softly, clinging to Ethan’s neck.

"Faye Lawson just posted, claiming being The mistress was a personal choice, having nothing to do with the Bell Family, and that she and the Bells are not close, rarely interacting with them. She took all the responsibility, distancing the Bell Family." Ethan said calmly.

"It seems the netizens aren’t buying it." Yvette slowly closed her eyes, then spoke again. "Actually, whether the online uproar is intense or not, it’s just pressure for Mr. Arthur Grant. If, amidst this tidal wave of public opinion, he still forces you to marry Wendy Bell... It can only mean one thing: that what’s in the Bell Family’s hand weighs more than the face of Grant Group, and that’s Mr. Arthur Grant’s ’life’."

Perhaps, what Ethan Grant had always wanted, the cause of his mother’s death, and the evidence, are in the Bell Family’s hands.

This was the ultimate card Yvette could think of for Wendy Bell.

But this card, the Bell Family wouldn’t dare to reveal, not until the last moment.

Ethan’s eyes flickered, gazing down at Yvette.

She truly was very smart.

"The Bell Family is in the medical devices business, and Wendy Bell’s mother used to be friends with my mother, but they drifted apart later on," Ethan murmured, kissing Yvette’s cheek. "Even if the Bell Family really has a handle, they wouldn’t dare to make it public now."

If Ethan’s mother’s death is related to the Bell Family, they know... Ethan Grant would go after their lives.

"Mr. Grant, Mr. Arthur Grant wants you... to attend the press conference this afternoon on time."

Yvette lay in Ethan’s embrace for an unknown amount of time when Christopher Carter called.

Sure enough, Yvette was right.

Arthur Grant was still intent on having Ethan and the Bell Family get engaged.

"Will you go?" Yvette clutched Ethan’s clothes tightly, asking in a small voice.

"Do you want me to stay?" Ethan smiled.

Yvette sat on Ethan’s lap, lowering her head, biting her lip.

She truly did not want Ethan to go.

Once Ethan and Wendy Bell get engaged, it means their relationship will come to an end. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

"What would you do to make me stay..." Ethan’s voice was husky as he lazily leaned back on the sofa.

Clearly, he had no intention of going, yet he deliberately teased Yvette.

Yvette lowered her head, thinking of how she saw Faye Lawson cooing at that man today...

Could she keep him?

Her fingers stiffly tugged on Ethan’s tie as she spoke softly. "Can you not... not go? I... I don’t want you to go."

She even helped fabricate an excuse for Ethan.

The Bell Family was in the eye of public opinion; he didn’t want to drag Grant Group down, let the heat pass, and then decide.

Ethan just lazily observed Yvette, as if it wasn’t enough for him.

Clearly, Ethan didn’t realize Yvette was trying to be coquettish...

"Could you not go?" Yvette was getting a bit anxious.

Ethan’s silence made her uneasy.

Yvette’s anxious look was a bit cute, her eyes red like a little rabbit, yet sitting in his arms, restless...

Ethan took a deep, cold breath; every time he teased Yvette, he ended up tormenting himself.

"You don’t have to go, but you’ll need to make a little sacrifice." Ethan raised an eyebrow, speaking with a hint of meaning.

Yvette clearly misunderstood, looking at Ethan with blushing ears.

In broad daylight, how shameless.

But she wanted too much for Ethan to stay, so she took the initiative to unbutton Ethan’s shirt.

"..." Ethan paused, fingering his ring, asking for trouble himself.

"Don’t tease me." His voice was hoarse, capturing Yvette’s hands, and slipped a ring onto her ring finger.

"The wedding and engagement rings are still being designed; this is a plain band I picked out myself." Ethan held Yvette’s finger, examining it for a while; the size was just right.

Yvette sat stiffly on Ethan’s lap, unable to react for a long time.

Ethan didn’t give her the chance to react, snapping a photo with his phone—a close-up of their hands interlocked, two simple platinum rings, understated yet beautiful.

"Mr. Grant... what are you doing?" Yvette felt a tightening sensation, realizing something was amiss.

Ethan smirked, mischievously pulling Yvette to his chest. "Don’t worry, no faces in the photo."

He still had to protect Yvette’s privacy.

"You’re going public..." Yvette was very nervous.

"Can’t I?" Ethan’s voice was muffled. "You sleep with me and take no responsibility?"

Yvette bit her lip hard. "Although making the engagement public could solve many problems, as I said earlier... If we push the Bell Family too hard, they might react desperately, they surely have something on Mr. Arthur Grant."

"But not on me." Ethan said gloomily, uncaring of the situation.

"But..." Yvette was getting a bit anxious, but Wendy Bell has something on him. "Six years ago, even if it was Wendy Bell’s setup, you still... were together, and if Wendy Bell leaks it...

Ethan frowned slightly.