The CEO's Midnight Remedy novel Chapter 279

Chapter 279

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Those last two words shouldn’t have affected me the way they did. I read them twice before slipping my phone back into my purse, trying

to ignore the flutter in my stomach.

My phone vibrated with an incoming call. Marcus. I stepped away from Anna to answer.

“Mr. Kane approved your request,” Marcus said without preamble.

My heart rate increased slightly at what I was about to do. “I need them within the hour. Men who look capable of handling themselves,

but in suits–nothing too obvious.”

“May I ask why you need this level of security?”

“I’m paying Marianne Blake a visit at the hospital. According to Anna, she’s been there since yesterday, watching over Ethan.”

Marcus paused. “Mr. Kane asked me to remind you to be careful.”

“I’m not planning anything reckless,” I said, even as I felt a cold determination settling in my bones. “Just a conversation.”

“Of course, Ms. Harper.” His tone made it clear he didn’t believe me. “The men will meet you outside Harper Tower in forty–five minutes.”

Mount Sinai Hospital’s private wing exuded quiet luxury. The security Devon provided flanked me as I walked down the corridor, drawing curious glances from the medical staff. I’d instructed half to remain in the hallway while the others accompanied me into Ethan’s room.

My heart hammered against my ribs as I approached the door, though my face remained a careful mask of composure. I wasn’t entirely sure what I would feel seeing Ethan again–hatred, satisfaction, indifference? I took a steadying breath and pushed the door open.

I wasn’t prepared for the sight that greeted me. Ethan Blake–once the golden boy of New York fashion, who stood tall and confident on red carpets–lay pale against white sheets. Tubes and monitors surrounded him. His eyes were open, though, and they widened with recognition when I entered.

“Aria,” he croaked, voice barely audible.

Something shifted inside me at the sight of him so diminished. Not pity–no, I was far beyond that–but a strange, cold satisfaction that I immediately recognized and didn’t try to suppress. The man who had betrayed me, who had slept with my stepsister while planning our wedding, now looked at me with naked fear in his eyes.

“Hello, Ethan.” I kept my voice neutral as I approached his bed, my heels clicking deliberately on the polished floor. The security men positioned themselves by the door, their presence a silent threat.

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“What… what are you doing here? His fingers twitched against the blanket, unable to do more. A muscle in his jaw jumped, his attempt at maintaining dignity undermined by the panic in his eyes.

“I came to see your condition for myself. I studied the machines monitoring his vital signs, taking my time before looking back at him.

The doctors say you might never walk again. A shame.”

His face contorted with rage, color flooding his previously pale cheeks. “This is your fault. You and Kane- His voice shook, not with

weakness but with a fury so intense I could almost feel its heat.

“Careful, Ethan,” I warned softly, holding his gaze steadily. “Accusations without evidence are slander. And you’ve already lost so much.” I

didn’t raise my voice, didn’t need to. The power dynamic between us had irrevocably changed.

His breathing quickened, the heart monitor beeping more rapidly, betraying his emotional state. Sweat beaded on his forehead. “Get out,”

he hissed, spittle forming at the corner of his mouth. “Get out before I call security.”

I laughed, genuinely amused by his empty threat. The sound seemed to unnerve him even more than my presence. “Look around, Ethan. I

brought my own security.” I leaned closer, watching his pupils dilate with fear. “And they answer to Devon Kane, not the Blake family. Not

anymore.”

The color drained from his face as rapidly as it had appeared. His lips parted but no sound came out. I felt a rush of something potent-

not quite pleasure, but the satisfaction of finally having the upper hand. I straightened, smoothing my skirt with deliberate slowness.

“Where’s your mother?” I asked. “I was told Marianne hasn’t left your side.”

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