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    Only when his phone began to ring did he pause and reach into his pocket. Ernst’s name lit up the screen. “Did you see the post I sent you?” Ernst asked.


    Ethan’s brows drew together ever so slightly. “I saw it. The PR team is already dealing with it.”


    That answer didn’t sit well with Ernst, who let out a dissatisfied grunt. “That’s it? Shouldn’t you at least be clearing things up with Brenna?”


    “She’s not the type to jump to conclusions. Brenna trusts me. I don’t need to rify things to her,” Ethan replied.


    Across the room, Tina returned to Jayceon’s bedside, visibly irritated by Ethan’s cold attitude toward her. “Jayceon…”


    Jayceon had caught the news earlier and had been watching Ethan closely ever since he walked into the room. Ethan looked just like he always did—unbothered and indifferent. He didn’t even nce at Tina, making it clear he wasn’t interested in her at all.


    He looked like he wasn’t bothered by the situation at all. If anything, he seemed mildly irritated by Tina’s presence.


    Ethan wasn’t one to wear emotions on his sleeve, but the subtle tension in his jaw and the cold distance in his eyes made it obvious that Tina got under his skin. Yet, he said nothing, holding his tongue out of courtesy for Jayceon.


    “You should go,” Jayceon said tly to Tina. Technically, they were siblings, but thatbel meant little. With different mothers and no real emotional tether, Jayceon believed letting Tina linger here had already been more than generous.


    “I’m not going anywhere. Ask Ethan what he thinks of me,” Tina said.


    Jayceon scoffed. “Spare us both. I don’t need to ask—his face says it all. Quit embarrassing yourself. Get out.”


    With a loud huff and an exaggerated stomp, Tina spun on her heel and exited the room.


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    Ethan ended his call and nced toward Jayceon, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “You and Tina don’t really have a good rtionship, so why has she been showing up here so muchtely?”


    Jayceon, though still recovering from his injury, retained all his sharpness. He knew exactly what Ethan was talking about. “You know why she’s here. Don’t y dumb. I’ll make sure she doesn’t bother you again.”


    Ethan’s tone carried a warning. “Make sure she stays away. I won’t be so civil next time.” The only reason he hadn’t done anything to Tinast night was out of the respect he still held for Jayceon.


    Meanwhile, just outside the hospital’s main entrance, Tina was talking on her phone. “You’re certain Ethan’s flying to Plomond in two days?” she asked.


    The answer pleased her. A slow grin spread across her face. “Perfect. Thank you. I will transfer the money to you right away.”


    In the afternoon, Brenna sat in a focused exchange with Thiago, their discussion circling the mountingplications surrounding the production of intelligent mechanical prosthetics.


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