Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations-Chapter 253 -

Ethan remained quiet, his thoughts carefully guarded as he observed the dynamics around the table.

The assumptions and conjectures about his connection to Mr. Davis were amusing, but revealing the truth served no purpose.

Owning the hospital would explain a lot, but it would also bring unnecessary exposure. For now, silence was his best ally.

At that moment old Master York suddenly reached under the table and pulled out an elegant wine bottle, its label worn with age but carrying a prestigious emblem.

He smiled warmly as he uncorked it with deliberate precision.

"This is a special bottle I’ve been saving," the old master said, his voice carrying a tone of significance.

"It’s not every day someone saves your life. Ethan, let me pour you the first glass."

Seeing what just happened the room fell silent, the soft glug of the wine filling Ethan’s glass echoing like a declaration. Ethan glanced at the old master, noting the sincerity in his gaze, and inclined his head slightly in acknowledgment.

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"Thank you," Ethan said simply, his tone measured and respectful.

But as the old master moved to pour another glass for himself, the murmurs began.

The other family members exchanged glances, their faces tightening with irritation.

As they gaze at Ethan.

However Serenity’s uncle couldn’t hold back.

"Father," he said, his voice strained, "isn’t this a bit much? This wine should be for someone who’s truly elevating the family. Someone like Mr. Brown, who is about to take us to unprecedented heights."

At that moment Several others nodded in agreement, their eyes darting toward Mr. Brown, who sat with a smug smile plastered on his face.

The man leaned back in his chair, clearly enjoying the growing tension in the room.

"Exactly," another family member chimed in. "Ethan did a good deed by saving serenity father, yes, but Mr. Brown is the one ensuring our future. Shouldn’t he be receiving this honor?"

The room fell into an awkward silence as Old Master York’s voice sliced through the rising tension like a blade.

"Enough!" he barked, his tone commanding immediate attention. Immediately his gaze swept over the family members who had been murmuring and praising Mr. Brown moments earlier.

At that moment Serenity father decided to speak.

"Do you hear yourselves? Are you implying that I should have died so that this family could prosper?"

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The sheer weight of his words left the room frozen. Even Mr. Brown, who had been basking in the family’s admiration, shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Serenity’s uncle opened his mouth as if to speak, but the sharp glare from the old master stopped him in his tracks.

"You speak of money, of business, as though they are the only things that matter," Old Master York continued, his voice trembling with restrained anger.

"But without life, what are riches? What good is a prosperous family if the ones who built it are gone?"

The gravity of his words pressed down on everyone like an invisible force. Faces flushed with embarrassment, and one by one, they lowered their gazes. Serenity’s uncle was the first to speak, his voice a hushed whisper.

"We’re sorry, Father. We didn’t mean it that way."

Another family member chimed in, their tone equally contrite. "Yes, we’re sorry. We spoke out of turn."

At that moment Old Master York exhaled slowly, his anger ebbing away but leaving behind a lingering disappointment. He waved a hand dismissively.

"Enough apologies. Learn to value people over profits. That’s all I ask."

Ethan, who had been sitting quietly throughout the exchange, finally stood up. The eyes of everyone in the room followed him as he reached for the glass of wine the old master had poured for him.

Raising it slightly, he addressed the old man directly.

"Old Master York," Ethan said, his voice calm but carrying an undertone of sincerity, "your words tonight show why you command such respect. Life is indeed more precious than wealth, and because of your kind heart, the York family will always have a place in mine."

He drained the glass in one smooth motion and placed it back on the table.

As Serenity’s uncle raised his glass in praise of Mr. Brown, his words dripped with exaggerated admiration.

"To Mr. Brown, the man who ensures our family keeps climbing higher. Soon, we’ll be untouchable in this city."

Ethan, who had been silent for too long about the whole situation, finally leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. His voice cut through the air, calm but pointed.

"Mr. Brown, since you’re the man behind all this, let’s clear something up. Are you really the one securing these contracts for the York family?"

Upon hearing what Ethan just said.

Mr. Brown adjusted his tie and leaned back in his chair, clearly relishing the attention.

"Of course I am," he said smoothly, gesturing with his hands as if addressing a boardroom. "I make the calls. I give the orders. I decide who gets the contracts and who doesn’t. I’m the one pulling the strings and the Godly investor always listen."

Ethan’s eyes narrowed slightly, his face betraying no emotion as he casually pressed the record button on his phone. Mr. Brown, oblivious, leaned further into his boasts.

"With one phone call, I can move mountains," Mr. Brown continued, his tone dripping with arrogance. "Do you have any idea the kind of influence I have? It’s because of me that the York family is where it is today."

Immediately The room erupted in applause and laughter, with Serenity’s uncle raising his glass again. "To Mr. Brown!" he declared.

Ethan watched quietly, his fingers deftly typing a message to Naomi on his phone.

The message was simple but decisive[Announce that we’re pulling all contracts and support from the York family. Mistrust and misrepresentation can’t be tolerated.]

As he hit send, he looked up, his face calm but his eyes sharp. Mr. Brown noticed Ethan’s movement and smirked.

"What’s the matter, Mr. Ethan? Feeling a little out of place?"