He Paid Me To Strip So I Smashed His Head Instead Chapter 15

He Paid Me To Strip So I Smashed His Head Instead Chapter 15

The moment Ethan rushed in, this was what he saw.

In the small room, prescription bottles lined the headboard.

A calendar on the wall was a mess of scribbled, circled medical notes.

And Serena lay curled on the floor, unconscious.

Her face was deathly pale, almost translucent, as if melting into her white dress.

Her exposed ankles were shockingly thin.

When did she get so thin?

That was Ethan’s first thought.

He froze, afraid to step closer-to check her breathing, her pulse.

Suddenly, he remembered what he’d said at Chloe’s birthday party. That she no longer had the

capital to bully anyone.

Turned out, she really didn’t. Her capital was being devoured, bite by bite, by the illness.

Ethan was seized by panic. His fingers trembled.

If… if Serena wasn’t here anymore…

The thought terrified him.

His body jerked violently, as if waking from a nightmare.

Ethan snapped back to reality. He strode forward and picked Serena up.

I lay in Ethan’s arms and opened my eyes at the perfect moment.

“Ethan?”

My voice held the perfect amount of weakness and confusion.

Ethan didn’t speak. He just held me tightly, practically running down the stairs, and laid me in the

back seat.

The car ride was smooth, and it reached Mount Sinai West Hospital in no time.

What followed were tests, medication, and admission.

Ethan didn’t show up during those days in the hospital.

But I didn’t care.

My goal had been achieved. I spent zero money during this hospitalization, and there was an extra One hundred thousand dollars in my account.

I didn’t need to guess who sent it.

Hehe.

After a happy few days in the hospital, I went home.

Back home.

During a livestream, a wealthy donor suddenly appeared in my

channel.

The username? Listen.

This whale showered me with rockets, becoming my number one fan in minutes.

After scheming for so long, the first fish had finally bitten.