The more Ethan thought about it, the more panic consumed him, sending a violent tremor through his body.
His brilliant, beautiful sister! She was a sheer genius who conquered the global financial world at such a young age.
If those bastards had actually killed Mira, he would personally tear them apart and feed them to the dogs!
Ethan clenched his jaw.
He dialed Wyatt Grant, his most trusted assistant, who picked up on the first ring.
"Boss, you're awake? Mr. Mercer told me you wouldn't regain consciousness until tomorrow."
"Cut to the chase. What the hell happened at the company?"
"Fiona Quinn completely botched the new project.
The Chairman said if corporate takes legal action, she won't just be fired—she'll face prison time.
He argued that since Ms. Quinn has been dedicated to the Mercer Group for years, we should cover for her.
He said it would be different if the blame fell on you. You're the heir to the Mercer family. If you make a mistake, we just cover the financial loss, and your reputation remains largely intact.
So..."
"So, they made me the scapegoat?
If Adrian wanted to play the knight in shining armor, why didn't he take the fall himself?"
Over the phone, Wyatt froze. Why was Ethan referring to his own father by his first name?
But as an assistant, it wasn't his place to ask.
"What are they doing right now?"
Ethan demanded.
"They're currently apologizing to the board of directors on your behalf..."
The irony was sickening. They pinned their crime on him, then acted like the dutiful family apologizing for his mess? They were playing the martyrs.
"Perfect. Get the files ready. I'll be there in twenty minutes."
Hanging up, Ethan threw on his suit and hurried downstairs. As he crossed the living room, he spotted Lacey lounging on the sofa, coddling Mara.
Lacey glanced up. "Where do you think you're going? Come over here and cheer up your sister."
Ethan completely ignored her, striding straight for the front door.
Lacey's shrill complaints echoed behind him. "You are getting absolutely ridiculous! It's one thing to upset your sister, but now you're ignoring me too?"
Her screeching didn't so much as cause a ripple in Ethan's focus.
His foolish mother and that mistress's bastard would never dictate his life again in this timeline.
Ethan didn't head straight to the office. Instead, he drove to Vigor Square. Stepping out of his car, he followed the memories of his past life, walking directly toward the martial arts studio.
Sitting at the front desk was Harrison Moore, the struggling student Mira had once helped out. But of course, that was in the previous lifetime.

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