Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations

Chapter 185

The room was silent, thick with anticipation as everyone's gaze still locked on Ethan. The disbelief was palpable. Could it really be him? Could Ethan have somehow known the godly investor? It seemed impossible, yet his earlier words echoed in their minds.

[ I've settled it.]

' What did he mean by that?'

One of the York sons crossed his arms, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"You're not seriously telling us this was you, are you?"

he asked, his voice dripping with skepticism.

However Ethan stood there, calm and unreadable, his hands in his pockets. He looked like he was about to speak when the door creaked open.

Immediately all heads turned, and in walked Mr. Davis, his sharp suit and commanding presence instantly drawing attention.

"Ah, Mr. Davis,"

one of the family members said, half in relief and half in confusion. "What brings you here?"

However Mr. Davis smiled faintly and stepped forward, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on Ethan. He was still surprised that he told him to mention his name, and it Unusual.

He gazed at Ethan again looking for a sign, but his face remained calm.

He gave a small nod before addressing the group.

"I thought it was time to clear up a few things,"

he began, his tone steady and authoritative.

Upon hearing what Davis just said The room seemed to hold its breath as he continued pointing at Ethan respectfully.

"Ethan here made the call," Mr. Davis said.

"He ensured that the York that was brought here was transferred to the best room in the hospital, under the care of the finest doctors. That was his doing."

At that moment a murmur rippled through the room, disbelief and surprise etched on every face.

"He what?"

one of them whispered, their earlier doubt now replaced with shock.

Mr. Davis raised a hand, quieting the room.

"There's no need for any of you to worry now," he added with a reassuring smile.

"Everything will be taken care of, that was what Mr Ethan wanted."

His words hung in the air, leaving the family stunned and speechless. The weight of what had just been revealed settled heavily on their shoulders, but no one dared to look at Ethan. Instead, they stood frozen, unsure of what to say or how to react.

The silence in the room lingered, heavy and uncomfortable. Finally, Serenity Uncle at the center of the group cleared his throat, breaking the tension. His gaze landed on Ethan, reluctant but firm.

He doesn't want it to look as if he didn't believe earlier, but he couldn't keep calm,the news about the Godly investor Interest in their family business is the best news ever.

"So," he began, his voice uneven but loud enough for everyone to hear, "it was you, Ethan. You're the one who arranged for Serenity's father to be transferred." He hesitated for a beat, as though the words tasted strange in his mouth. "Thank you."

Upon hearing what he just said the room shifted slightly, murmurs rippling through the group. The man's words seemed to dispel some of the mystery, making it clear that while Ethan had been responsible for Serenity's father's transfer, he wasn't the one who called the godly investor. That much was apparent.

However Serenity, standing near the corner, couldn't take her eyes off Ethan. Her brows furrowed, a mix of hope and curiosity flashing across her face. She wanted to hear it—needed to hear it. Did he help with the Goldy investor too? Could it really be him?

But Ethan didn't rise to the expectation. He met the Serenity Uncle gaze with a calm, steady expression, his voice even and unbothered. "Whatever he says," Ethan replied simply, nodding toward the man. "I told you I'd help the York family, and I did."

His words were final, leaving no room for further questioning.

At that moment Serenity's face fell slightly, her unspoken hope fading as Ethan stepped back, his posture relaxed but resolute. The room remained quiet, everyone unsure of how to process what they'd just heard.

At that moment Serenity uncle's face twisted. He couldn't believe Ethan didn't say he doesn't have a hand with the Godly investor but instead he's claiming it without saying anything, his displeasure clear, and a few others in the room mirrored his expression. Brows furrowed, lips pressed into tight lines—it was obvious they weren't thrilled with Ethan's vague response.

Before anyone could voice their thoughts, Mr. Davis stepped forward, his presence commanding immediate attention.

"Mr.Ethan," he said, his tone polite but firm, "a word, if you don't mind."

Ethan nodded once, his face calm and unreadable, and without hesitation, he walked toward the door. The room watched in silence as the two men exited, curiosity sparking in their eyes but no one daring to follow.

Once outside, Mr. Davis turned to Ethan, his voice dropping into a quieter, more serious tone.

Experience tales with empire

"There's something I need to let you know. The reconstruction of the hospital is scheduled to begin next week."

At that moment Ethan raised an eyebrow but said nothing, waiting for him to continue.

"Because of this," Mr. Davis went on, "some patients will need to be relocated to other facilities. It's not ideal, and certainly not something we had planned for."

He paused, his expression tightening.

"To make this transition easier, the hospital is arranging discounts for those affected. But… it will still come at a cost."

Ethan's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression thoughtful but calm, as he absorbed the news.

Mr. Davis waited, his tone implying that this wasn't just information—it was a matter requiring action. The weight of the situation hung between them, unspoken but understood.

At that moment Mr. Davis hesitated for a moment, his eyes scanning Ethan's calm expression. It wasn't every day that he found himself in this position—asking permission, seeking approval. But there he was, standing before Ethan, waiting for his response.

"So," Mr. Davis began cautiously, "do we have your go-ahead to proceed with the arrangements?"

Ethan tilted his head slightly, considering.

"Tell me the cost," he said evenly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. "I'll pay for everything. No discounts. Just get it done."

Mr. Davis blinked, momentarily stunned. "You'll… pay the full amount?" he asked, as if he hadn't heard correctly.

"Yes," Ethan said simply. "Everything."

At that moment a flicker of surprise crossed Mr. Davis's face before it softened into a genuine smile. "Well, that's… unexpected," he admitted. "But thank you. Truly." He nodded, a hint of gratitude shining through his otherwise professional demeanor.

Ethan offered no further words. He turned and walked away, his steps steady and unhurried as though he had already put the matter behind him.

Outside, Serenity was waiting, her hands clasped in front of her as she shifted her weight nervously. When she saw Ethan approach, she straightened, her lips parting as if she wasn't sure how to start.

"Ethan," she said softly, catching his attention. He paused, his expression calm but curious.

"I just…" She hesitated, searching for the right words.

"I wanted to thank you—for everything you've done for my family, I mean, My father, and… just everything."

Ethan didn't respond immediately, and the silence pushed her to continue. "But, I need to ask," she said, her voice quieter now. "Did you have anything to do with the godly investor?"

Her words hung in the air, and her eyes searched Ethan's face, hoping for an answer that might make everything clear.

Ethan met Serenity's questioning gaze, his expression calm and unbothered.

"No,"

he said simply, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "I had nothing to do with it."

Serenity blinked, caught off guard by the bluntness of his response. She opened her mouth to say something, but Ethan's phone buzzed in his pocket, drawing his attention. He pulled it out, glanced at the screen, and sighed.

"It's the bank," he explained, slipping the phone back into his pocket.

"They need me to come verify my account."

Serenity nodded, through her eyes lingered on him as he turned to leave.

"Ethan," she called after him, her voice softer this time.

"Thanks. For everything."

Ethan paused for a moment, then gave her a brief nod before heading toward the hospital exit.

As he pushed through the glass doors into the crisp afternoon air, he spotted a familiar figure lingering near the entrance.

Julian's face lit up the moment she saw him, her steps quickening as she hurried over, her smile wide and eager.

"Ethan!" she called, her tone bright and almost rehearsed. She stopped just in front of him, adjusting her uniform.

"I was hoping to catch you. I was wondering if you'd like to grab a coffee—or dinner. My treat."

Ethan's gaze was steady, unimpressed by her sudden enthusiasm.

"Julian," he said evenly, his tone carrying a hint of curiosity,

"What about Annabelle?"

Ethan gazes around.

" I have not seen her today, did she not come to work?"

The question made her freeze, her smile faltering for the briefest moment before she recovered.

"Oh, her?" Julian shrugged, feigning nonchalance.

"She quit."