Chapter 37

After stepping out of the study, Ethan's aide was already waiting at the door, pushing his wheelchair back to the bedroom. "Sir, there's something I don't quite get. Mind if I ask?" "Go ahead." "That attacker who was hiding in the flowerbed earlier-when he fired the shot, you were still a fair distance from the car. With your skills, even while shielding Mrs. Harper, it doesn't make sense you'd end up with a scratch from the glass... so, were you-?" A strange, unreadable glint flickered in Ethan's eyes, calm on the surface yet sharp beneath. "There's something I needed to confirm." Since Celeste had a medical background, proving that should've been straightforward. After all, medicine isn't something you can fake overnight. If someone was pretending to be her, that'd be the easiest way to expose it. "So... did you confirm anything?" The second the aide asked, the light in Ethan's eyes dimmed slightly, his brows barely twitching in a tiny frown. Judging by how she had dressed his wound,