Broken Memories, Intertwined Hearts novel Chapter 282

"Is Beasley still alive?" Ethan repeated this question again.

At this point, Phillip didn't want to see Ethan, so he said coldly, "Beasley's luck wasn't too shabby. He didn't die in the car accident, but whether he's still alive now, I'm not sure. If anything happens in the future, it's definitely connected to your recklessness today."

With the answer he wanted, Ethan didn't stick around in the study. He opened the door.

Because his move was so sudden, Ines, who had been leaning against the door, fell straight down. Ethan's expression changed instantly. He quickly caught her around the waist, asking anxiously, "Izzy, are you okay?"

Ines' heart raced. She lightly touched her chest, but when she looked up to see Ethan's bloodied face, she was startled.

"Ethan, are you hurt?" Ines touched Ethan's face anxiously, accidentally pressing on his wound.

Ethan didn't show pain, but Ines noticed him frowning and felt bad. "I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?"

Ethan shook his head. "I'm fine."

Then, he took her hand and headed for their bedroom. Ines saw the smile on his mouth and knew he'd made some big gains today. He must know everything.

But he needed to take care of that wound on his face, or else he might have a scar.

Just as she was about to find some antiseptic, Ashley had already fetched it and handed it straight to her. "Izzy, could you take care of Ethan's wound? It's making me a bit queasy."

"Thanks, Ashley."

Ines took the antiseptic and followed Ethan back to the bedroom. As soon as they were inside, Ethan hugged her tightly from behind, his arms avoiding her protruding belly, holding her tighter and tighter.

She could even feel his chest rising and falling as he was clearly laughing.

"Ethan, what on earth happened?" Ines asked curiously. She couldn't figure out why he was so happy, considering he'd been hit by his grandfather today.

Ethan didn't say anything, just chuckled softly. His low laughter made Ines even more anxious. She pounded on his shoulder a few times, "Ethan, are you going to tell me or not? Are you trying to make me anxious?"

Ethan let go of her, looking at her seriously, "Izzy, my brother is not dead."

Ines was so shocked she could hardly speak. She opened her mouth wide, considered the news, and then covered her mouth with her hand, stuttering, "What exactly happened that year? If Beasley's not dead, where is he now? Why did Grandpa hide all this from the family?"

Ethan sat Ines down and was about to explain, but Ines stopped him, insisting, "First, take care of your wound. Otherwise, it'll affect the healing." Ethan nodded, unable to hide his smile. Ines patiently applied an antiseptic to his wound. On closer inspection, the wound was quite deep. Ines couldn't help but chastise, "Ethan, stop laughing. You look like a fool. This wound's so deep it might need stitches. If it was a bit off, you could've injured your eye."