The Faceless Billionaire Celebrity Wife-Chapter 329 - 72 Hrs (14) The Offer
"I can save your wife."
Ethan believed him. Instantly. However, the training Jordan gave him would have been for naught if he showed it exactly at that moment.
Instead of answering, he took out his phone and waved it in front of Jordan.
"I came down here alone but you know the others are up, right?" he asked, "One call, and you’ll have two special forces captains after your head. And that of your daughter’s," he added the last few words just for good measure, but it looked like it had an effect on Jordan who exhaled out loud.
"I sent my daughter earlier thinking you would be much more receptive towards her. The opposite of what I expected was what happened," he said, "Let my daughter go and you can be rest assured concerning your wife."
Ethan scoffed, "Beautiful way to call me stupid, isn’t it? Letting your daughter go just because you asked." His hand tightened, "Jordan, the problem isn’t in setting your daughter free—not like I know where she’s held captive—but in me, having the assurance that I can leave my wife to you."
"Why would you doubt that?" Jordan raised his brows, a small smile blooming at the corners of his mouth. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮
Ethan didn’t reply to that, as there was truly no reason for him to doubt Jordan. Judging strictly by Shikera’s medical report from before she was abducted as a child, none of her doctors had been expecting her to live up to 18.
However, whatever Jordan did to her while she was abducted had contributed to improving her lifespan and standard of living. She had returned home and after numerous check ups, had a new ultimatum granted to her.
30 years, a ban on processed foods, and strict instructions concerning sugary desserts.
If Jordan had done it at the time, there was a guarantee he could do it again.
"You don’t truly doubt me, do you?" his voice broke into Ethan’s thoughts, but the latter continued to ignore him.
Jordan nodded, shrugging in despondency.
"It’s alright. What more do you need to know? My plan on how to make this happen?"
"No," Ethan disagreed, "I want to know what makes you different from the other doctors I have assembled. What makes you so confident that you can handle it?"
"Confidence in itself," Jordan replied. He gestured with his chin towards the end of the hallway where a few white coated doctors were scurrying along, his eyes hardening, "Look at those. A lot of them can handle Eleanor’s case, but they are unconfident and scared."
"And you?" Ethan arched his brows.
"I am confident for one, and refuse to be scared of you. Those ones fear that they and their families’ lives are at stake the moment they step into the OR with your wife in it. Can you blame them though? Their fears aren’t unfounded."
Tilting his head sideways, Ethan examined the man’s face as he spoke, restraining himself from bursting into a crazy laughter.
"And you?" he scoffed. "You aren’t scared that yours and your families’ lives are at stake if you step into an OR with my wife in it?"
Jordan nodded.
"It’s hard, but I refuse to."
The laughter ceased, and Ethan’s brows pulled up in utmost concentration. This looked serious. And hell could come down, but he wasn’t ignoring anyone as long as it meant Shikera could continue to stay by his side.
"What do you want?" he asked, when he finally opened his mouth to speak.
"For you to forget me and my family," was Jordan’s simple, and at the same time, complex answer.
"What?" Ethan blinked, feigning confusion.
"Forget me and my family, Vince...Ethan. Erase all memories of us from your mind," Jordan repeated.
"Why do I have to do that? And what on earth are you gaining if I do that?"
Jordan hesitated before speaking, his eyes straying down the hall where another group of doctors were running past, "Just like those kids, I am saving my own life and my families’."
Ethan continued to feign confusion.
"Helping my wife is saving your own life? If I have a good memory, Jordan, you said just a few minutes ago that stepping into an OR my wife is, indirect means putting one’s family at stake. Yet you want to save your own family by stepping in?" he chuckled mirthlessly, "How absurd does that sound?"
"It isn’t absurd from my point of view. That’s the only opportunity I have left," Jordan replied. He took a step closer to Ethan, all traces of a smile now non-existent on his face, "I know you planned a lot, Ethan. You wouldn’t just let me go for poisoning your wife few months ago, so you took Erica Jordan in return. That showed me the person I trained was still alive and kicking."
"Your point?" Ethan asked.
"My point is that if you could take one person’s life and lock up the rest for poisoning your wife, then you’d definitely do more to someone who threw your whole family into disarray, attempted to take Eleanor’s life countless times and caused great emotional distress for her. From the shoot out at the restaurant, everything that happened after that, to the accident today. You are definitely not letting them go free."
"Oh..." Ethan shrugged, "You know who did all of that?"
Jordan nodded, even though he knew his answer wasn’t needed.
"That’s why I’m here. Let my family live and I’ll do the same for your wife."
Ethan’s brows furrowed, "From what I see, I’m the one with the lower hand here. You will lose your family if you don’t help, and you’ll still lose them if you get into that OR but the operation ends up unsuccessful. Looking at it from all angles, there’s really nothing that’s at stake for you here—"
"I have a lot!" Jordan cut him off, "Why do you think I made it my life mission to terrorize all seven Mega families?" he asked.
"You want your family to be the eighth," Ethan gave a straight answer.
"Exactly!" Jordan exclaimed, "Stress on the ’family’. If I lose them, doesn’t it mean my whole life has been in vain? That every fucking thing I worked for have gone to waste? There would be no chance to stand up on my feet one more time, since there would be no reason to do that. But having my family with me is enough... Just...let us go. I will save your wife and in return, you clear my family and I of our offences."
