The Grants: Choosing One Between The Two-Chapter 79: Just How Terrifying Is Ethan Grant
Early the next morning.
Yvette Aston had just woken up when she heard a commotion outside the door.
Several people were talking.
"We are from Aegis School. This is our Director of Academic Affairs, Mr. Caden Summers. We’re here to check on a student’s well-being. We heard that our student has been sick and hasn’t been attending school."
"Yes, yes, Mr. Grant gave us a call personally..."
"Mr. Summers, you’re a generous person, and we can’t delay a child’s education. We’re very sincere and will take good care of Summers."
"Summers ranked first in both IQ and entrance exams. Such a talented child would be a shame to lose to another place."
Yvette propped herself up on her arm, secretly listening.
It must have been Ethan Grant who called the school. Otherwise, how could the head of an elite school come to their home personally?
"Our Director Bell is unwell and has been transferred, yes, yes."
"Yes, we don’t know what’s going on with Director Bell. He’s been moved to another district, I heard for mistakes made."
Yvette leaned against the wall, eyes downcast.
It was Ethan Grant, he must have known that Claudia Bell could broadcast the video to all the parents, it was definitely not by accident; Director Bell must have played a significant role.
"We will go to school as usual today; I will personally take Summers to school in a while."
Yvette stepped outside, speaking quietly.
The school representative instantly breathed a sigh of relief and greeted her warmly. "Miss Aston, right? Mr. Grant specifically instructed us, don’t worry, we will take good care of young Summers."
Yvette was startled by their warmth and subconsciously stepped back. "Okay..."
"Young Summers is so smart and likable. We love little geniuses like this."
Looking at the suddenly overly enthusiastic representative, Yvette only felt a sense of irony and reality.
Ethan Grant just made a simple phone call, and these people showed a completely different attitude.
Holly Ziegler was right–people need to have some power in their hands.
"Yvette... we owe Ethan Grant, I’m afraid..." Caden Summers always felt worried, afraid that Yvette couldn’t bear the consequences in the future.
Yvette shook her head. "I’ve figured it out. I have nothing to fear anymore."
To protect Summers, she must learn to change.
...
"Mom, don’t worry about me. I’ll listen to the teachers until you come to pick me up." Summers consoled Yvette softly as he entered kindergarten.
Yvette smiled and nodded, feeling warmth in her heart. "Mom will come pick you up."
"Oh, isn’t this Yvette?"
Summers had just run into the kindergarten when a woman in high heels sarcastically remarked. "I heard the Bell Family is looking for you everywhere, and you’re bold enough to openly wander around Meridia, even daring to drop off your child."
Yvette pulled down the brim of her hat, not daring to linger, wanting to escape.
The woman reached out to block Yvette. "Yvette, we were classmates; I really don’t want to push things too far, but you sent Claudia to the police, offended the Bell Family..."
Yvette took a deep breath; this woman was one of Claudia Bell’s associates.
She had heard she got married early to a wealthy man, but that man was over ten years older and spent lavishly outside.
Now she was a full-time housewife, taking care of kids at home.
"It has nothing to do with you." Yvette said in a hoarse voice, intending to just leave.
"It really is her!"
Several sports cars parked in front of the kindergarten.
Apparently, after spotting Yvette, the woman had sent a message in their little group.
Yvette took a sharp breath, frightened and wanting to call Ethan Grant.
She didn’t know who else she could contact.
"Yvette, you really have some guts, running off to Montville and daring to come back to Meridia! The Bell and Aston Families are almost issuing a bounty on you." A rich second-generation man laughed and teased, leaning against a car door while lighting a cigarette. "Did you tell Tom Ziegler, let him come quickly to save his little goddess."
Yvette kept her head down, wanting to leave.
The people from the sports cars got out, surrounding Yvette by the trash can. "Still want to run, huh?"
A woman with dyed pink hair grabbed Yvette’s collar and lightly slapped her face. "How did you end up like this, looking so shabby and pitiful."
"Fake is fake, can’t be on the big stage."
Yvette, eyes red-rimmed, looked up at the woman. "Your dad owes billions outside, your mom has a fling, can you stand on a stage?"
The pink-haired woman was shocked; was Yvette talking back to her?
"Huh?" The woman looked at others, laughing. "Did I hear that right?"
Yvette looked at the others. "All dressed flashy, really seems like you don’t lack money, all rich second-generation from noble families, but in reality, reek of corruption. You lot... idling uselessly, what are you without your family?"
These rich kids were like parasites, completely incomparable to someone like Henry Jennings or Ethan Grant.
"At your age, it’s all about driving sports cars, either racing or drinking, partying, hooking up with women–but bullying me, you’re united on that front...." Yvette choked on her words, her entire body trembling from being out of control.
She had truly bottled it up for far too long.
She wanted to vent, knowing the consequences, but she wouldn’t tolerate it anymore.
And wouldn’t tolerate it again!
"I know why you people love bullying me; stepping on me elevates your status. People like you, useless at home and criticized by elders, come out to find a sense of existence, mere waste of skin..."
Yvette struggled to breathe, tears streaming uncontrollably.
She slowly retreated, cautiously eyeing everyone.
Even if it meant getting beaten up, she wasn’t afraid anymore.
She would use the weapon of law to protect herself.
"Impressive, impressive, is this Yvette? Has someone taken over her body? Hahaha..."
"You’re finally speaking today? If you didn’t talk, we’d think you were mute, hahaha."
Those people were obviously provoked by Yvette, advancing towards her step by step.
"Not bad, went to Montville and grew a spine." The pink-haired woman wanted to beat Yvette up. "Got yourself some backing?"
Yvette backed off in fear, but stumbled into someone’s arms.
Instinctively covering her head, Yvette breathed heavily to calm down.
Seeing the drastic change on the rich kids’ faces, their eyes fearful and retreating, Yvette looked back at who was behind her.
He was really tall, crashing into him was like hitting a wall...
Strangely gave a sense of security.
Ethan Grant.
How was he here?
"Mr... Mr. Grant? What brings you here? What a coincidence."
"Ha, Ethan..." A few girls from the circle attempted to cozy up, each one tense.
These people knew very well that Ethan Grant was someone absolutely never to be provoked; provoking him guaranteed death.
"Did Summers go to school?" Ethan Grant ignored the parasites, looking down to ask Yvette.
Yvette, eyes reddened with grievance, nodded. "Yes..."
"Had breakfast?" Ethan Grant reached up to touch the bandage on Yvette’s neck. "Does it still hurt?"
Yvette kept her head down, as if she wanted to bury herself into the dust, shook her head vigorously.
She wasn’t afraid of pain.
"Let’s go, have breakfast first." Ethan Grant took the initiative to hold Yvette’s hand and led her away.
Just holding her hand, speaking a word to Yvette, was enough to terrify everyone.
The rich kids acted as if they saw something terrifying, each one’s face turning pale with fear.
Was that Ethan Grant?
And he was holding Yvette’s hand!?
