<b>Chapter </b><b>237 </b>
I sat in my temporary bedroom at Lawrence’s mansion, feeling the medication slowly working its way through my system. My vision was still frustratingly blurry, but at least I could make out shapes and shadows now–an improvement from total darkness.
“You need to take your next dose,” Ethan said, appearing in the doorway.
I turned toward his voice, making out his tall silhouette against the lighter background of the hallway. “ying nurse now, Mr. Haxton?”
“Someone has to,” he replied, approaching with measured steps. “Since Zach is still recovering from his injuries and you need daily treatment, Lawrence suggested you stay here for a while. He’s given me the room next door.<b>” </b>
“How convenient,” I remarked dryly, epting the ss he handed me. I downed the bitter medicine in one gulp, fighting the urge to grimace.
Ethan settled into an armchair across from me. “Do you need help with anything? Shower, maybe?”
I raised an eyebrow, a smirk ying on my lips. “Are you offering to help me shower?”
I heard him shift in his seat, clearing his throat. “I meant… I could bring you clothes, prepare the bathroom. The usual caretaker stuff.”
“Rx,” I said, leaning back against the cushions. “Lawrence has staff for that. The maid already helped me this morning.”
Ethan stayed silent for a moment, and I could sense him watching me. The Doberman, Zach, rested his head on my foot, his warmth reassuring.
“Did you save my number in your new phone?” Ethan asked suddenly.
“Hmm?” I was half–dozing, the medicine making me drowsy.
“Your new phone,” he repeated. “Did you save my contact information?”
I turned my head toward his voice. “No.”
“So when you called me yesterday…” There was something careful in his tone. “You remembered my number?”
I nodded slightly, “I did.”
He fell quiet, and I heard him pick up what sounded like myptop. “Your school counselor emailed you,” he said, changing the subject. “Something about missing assignments.”
I groaned. “Can’t exactly do PowerPoint presentations when I’m blind.”
“You’ve missed several group projects already,” he continued. “The email says you’re at risk of failing if you don’t submit something soon.”
“Tough shit,” I muttered. “Not like I can see to do the work.”
“I could help,” Ethan offered. “What are the assignments<b>?</b>”
“You want to do my homework?” <b>I </b>asked incredulously.
“Why not?” His voice was casual. “You already know the material, right? The assignments are <b>just </b>to prove you won’t fail the ss. I can handle that.”
I considered his offer. “Freebor? I’m not about to refuse.”
“What did you study in college?” I asked as he typed away on theptop.
“Economics, with a minor inw,” he replied. “Though I was rarely on campus.”
“When did you graduate?”
“I got my degree at fifteen,” he said casually. “Spent most of my time working remotely while traveling with my
father.”
I heard his phone buzz. He answered it briefly, his voice shifting into business mode. “Not now, Connor. I’m busy.”
There was a pause as he listened.
“Tell them I’m doing homework,” Ethan said firmly, then hung up. “The first half of the board meeting will be handled by Alexander. Please prepare ordingly.”
I dozed off to the sound of his typing, the medicine finally pulling me under. When I woke, the room was darker, and
the typing had stopped.
“Ethan?” <b>I </b>called softly.
“Still here,” he replied from across the room. “Finished two of your presentations, I’m working on the third now<b>.</b><b>” </b>
“I need to shower,” I announced, standing carefully. The dog immediately rose with me, pressing against my leg. “I’ll be back in a bit.”
I managed to navigate to the bathroom with the dog’s help and the increasing rity of my vision. When I emerged twenty minutester<b>, </b><b>I </b>was wearing a cream–colored nightgown the maid hadid out for me–a change from my usual practical clothing.
I returned to the bedroom, my damp hair hanging loose around my shoulders.
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