Chapter 185

They hadn’t really thought this through—just made assumptions on their own. And now, things were spiraling out of control fast. "Nathaniel..." Emma rushed in without hesitation. Nathaniel Griffith looked at her, clearly struggling to stay upright. "Stop Ethan Blackwood for me." Emma was stunned. "You’re in no shape to worry about anyone else right now! You—" She cut herself off, not sure what to say anymore. Just then, the police showed up—along with reporters. The hotel staff couldn’t hold them back. Someone had called the cops, and once that happened, it was out of their hands. Total chaos. Like, off-the-rails kind of chaos. The reporters were snapping pictures left and right inside the suite. "Get out!" Ethan's voice was dangerously low. The next second, everything froze. The reporters just stood there, dumbfounded. But it was already too late. Despite the mess, they’d all clearly seen— Clara Walton, her clothes a mess. Ethan moved fast. He wrapped her up in his arms almost instantl