“Mr. Ethan…” I called softly from the bed.
My voice came out quieter than I intended, filled with hesitation as I gathered the courage to say what had been weighing heavily on my mind.
“I need a little favor from you.”
I looked at him carefully, trying to read the expression on his face.
“I need to go home,” I whispered. “I want to see my brother before his surgery.”
The moment the words left my mouth, a strange heaviness settled in my chest.
I hated asking for things; I hated feeling like I was depending on someone else.
But this time, it wasn’t about me.
It was about my family.
Ethan remained silent for a moment, his eyes fixed on me. I expected hesitation. I expected questions.
Instead, his expression softened slightly.
“I wouldn’t stop you,” he said calmly.
I blinked in sur
