Ethan's hand trembled slightly as he lifted the phone, his gaze unwavering on Christopher, who exuded an unnerving calm from his position on the sofa. With a sigh, Ethan answered the call.
"Good evening, Mr. Ethan," John's voice echoed from the speaker, laced with an unusual timidity.
"Mr. John? Why did you call?" Ethan responded, his tone a mixture of surprise and suspicion, his eyes still locked on his eldest son.
"Hmm... Mr. Ethan... Someone of immense power has approached me with a proposition... A fifty billion investment."
Ethan's eyebrow arched, his focus unwavering. "What kind of business?"
"A commercial plaza! Mr. Ethan, this is an extraordinary opportunity... You should be immensely pleased that you saved such an individual's life," John exclaimed, a hint of relief coloring his voice.
"I didn't save anyone's life," Ethan corrected him, his gaze shifting to meet Amara's on the second floor.
"Oh... That means someone from your family did."
