Chapter 238 Under Watchful Eyes

Aurora’s POV The news spread before I even reached the lobby: Ethan’s back. Journalists who had been restless for days now poured into the entrance hall, crowding around him with questions and cameras. Their voices overlapped, words tumbling over each other in excitement: “Mr. Ethan, how did you escape?” “Did Milo let you go?” “What did you see out there?” Ethan stood in the middle of it all, his face calm, his suit dusty, his tie slightly loose as if he had just walked out of a storm. Staff and colleagues pressed forward, joy written all over their faces. Some clapped him on the back, others shook his hand. Relief swept through the crowd like a wave. The moment I heard his voice answering softly, I moved without thinking. My feet carried me down the stairs, faster, faster, until I saw him clearly. The sight of him alive broke the tight grip around my chest. I exhaled hard, almost like I had been holding my breath for days. “Ethan!” I called. He turned. Our eyes met. His shoulders, rig