The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return (Cynthia and Ethan) novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64

Kevin’s POV

I am doing this for my sister and my nephew,

That’s what I kept telling myself as I pulled into the hospital parking lot. The address Cynthia had forwarded me led to Missford General, a sprawling medical complex that I’d driven past a hundred times but never had reason to enter.

Until now.

I killed the engine and sat there for a moment, steeling myself. This wasn’t going to be pleasant. Walking into Ethan Walker’s territory, asking about a child they probably thought I had no right to care about, it was going to be a shitshow.

But Cici needed me and Amber was my nephew, even if the world didn’t know it yet.

I got out of the car and walked into the lobby.

The first people I noticed were Bryan and Devian, I had experienced them during the time I and Cynthia went to the Foie Gras Hot Dogs and overheard them talking. I knew these guys were assholes and I need to beware of them.

Our eyes met across the sterile white space, and I watched recognition dawn on their faces. Bryan’s expression remained carefully neutral the man was impossible to read. But Devian’s face twisted into something between surprise and contempt.

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“What the hell are you doing here?” Devian demanded, stepping forward.

I hated this. Hated that I had to explain myself to these people, had to justify my presence when all I wanted to do was check on my nephew and reassure my sister.

But I took a deep breath and kept my voice level. “Cynthia sent me here to check on Amber.”

Devian let out a sharp, mocking laugh dripping with disdain. Bryan’s expression still didn’t change, but I caught the slight

tension in his shoulders.

The lobby was getting tense. People were starting to stare and it felt filled with unspoken hostility.

Then Ethan emerged from one of the wards.

He looked like hell. Dark circles under his eyes, clothes wrinkled, face pale and drawn. When he spotted me, his expression shifted from exhaustion to anger.

“What’s going on?” he asked, his voice rough.

“Your wife’s mistress…” Devian paused dramatically, his smirk widening. “Oops, I mean mister, was sent to check on Amber.”

The sarcasm was thick enough to cut with a knife.

Ethan’s face went bitter. I could see the anger simmering just beneath the surface.

“I just wanted to make sure Amber is okay,” I said, keeping my voice calm despite the fury building in my chest. “Cynthia had to leave for Paris because something urgent came up. But she called as soon as she heard…”

I glanced at Bryan, who had told Cynthia about Amber being hospitalized. He looked away, clearly not wanting to be mentioned or dragged into this.

“Please leave,” Ethan said quietly.

“Can I just know what’s wrong with Amber? Something to assure Cynthia that he’s fine. That’s all she wants to know.”

Ethan scoffed, and the sound was ugly. “She couldn’t even be bothered to show up for her own son. And now… now that she’s

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figured out he’s sick, she still couldn’t come herself. She had the nerve to send you?”

“It’s not what you think…” I tried to explain, but Ethan cut me off.

“Security!”

I stared at him, genuinely shocked.

The audacity. How dare he call security on me? Did he have any idea who I was?

But I couldn’t tell him the truth. Cynthia had made us vow to keep her identity secret as our sister until she was ready.

So how the hell was I supposed to correct this misunderstanding?

Two security guards approached, their expressions professionally stern.

I raised my hands in surrender, stepping back. “Don’t touch me. I’ll leave myself.” I met Ethan’s eyes, my own gaze hard. “But you’re misunderstanding this situation. Completely.”

“Just leave, gigolo,” Devian said, stepping closer until we were face to face. His breath was hot on my skin, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of confrontation. 1

He called me a fucking gigolo.

Rage surged through me, hot and immediate. My hands clenched into fists at my sides. I was always the first to throw a punch… ask Nathaniel or Julian. They’d learned early on not to push me too far because I didn’t hesitate, didn’t back down, didn’t give

warnings.

Who the fuck did this guy think he was?

I shifted my weight, ready to drive my fist straight into his smug face…

“What is happening here?”

The voice cut through the tension like ice water.

We all turned.

Grace Walker stood at the entrance to the lobby, Anna beside her. Both women were staring at the small space between Devian and me, their expressions ranging from confused to calculating.

Ethan didn’t even acknowledge their arrival. He just turned and walked back into the ward, disappearing through the doors

without another word.

Bryan stepped forward and grabbed Devian’s arm, pulling him back. “Not here,” he muttered.

Devian shook him off but retreated a few steps, still glaring at me with undisguised hatred.

I bit my lip hard enough to taste copper.

Devian was so lucky. So fucking lucky that Grace and Anna had walked in when they did.

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