The Return of The Zillionaire Heir

Chapter 4: The Zillionaire Dynasty

Ethan stirred awake. The beep of the monitor at his side constantly annoyed him, like a damned alarm clock. He wanted to smash it in, but he assumed the hospital wouldn't like that.

He sucked in a breath. Flashes of the beating he had received came back to him. He shut his good eye for a moment, banishing the painful memory.

"Young master."

Ethan shot his eye open, glancing at the foot of his bed. Men stood there in a row. All their heads lowered, including the man in the suit who was beside his bed now.

"Who are you, people?" His eyes narrowed at all of them.

"My name is Damian Carter. I serve your family. I serve you."

Ethan looked away. "I don't have a family anymore."

"I do not speak of Bella Harrison, Young Master." There was an edge to Damian's voice when he said her name. It was good to know that they shared a mutual hatred for the heiress.

"I know what you speak of, Damian Carter, but my answer is still the same. I do not have a family," Ethan gritted, holding his stare.

"Your uncle—"

"Did you not hear me?"

Damian shut his mouth, thinking twice before he spoke again. "The news of your divorce is on every gossip blog as we speak."

Ethan stared at his red thumb. Beckham had made him sign the divorce papers while he was unconscious. He shut his eyes for a moment, his head throbbing.

"It's not news to me," he said, lifting his shoulders. "Good riddance, if I must say."

"They were so quick to exempt you from the Harrison family line. You weren't even worth a twenty-four-hour wait."

"What is really your point, Damian?"

Damian closed his fists. "He wants to see you."

"I'm never going back there. Over my dead body."

"This is no place for you, young master."

Ethan snapped. "Look at you, trying so hard to erase what he did to me three years ago, but I will never forget. Never."

The doctor walked inside the room with a train of three nurses behind him. Their interruption was heaven-sent. Damian stepped back as they examined him.

"Just a few broken bones and a concussion. You are already out of danger, Mr. Walton," the doctor said, smiling at him as the nurse injected something into his drip line.

"When can I leave?"

"I would advise that you wait another day. Let us watch your condition."

"I feel perfectly fine, doctor."

Ethan has hated hospitals ever since he was a boy. The smell always made him puke. Now, it just makes him numb.

"I know you do, Mr. Walton."

The doctor and his nurses left Ethan's private room after that. When Damian drew to the side of his bed again to keep hounding him, Ethan rolled over, calling it a day.

He didn't know when sleep took him, but after he awakened, he realized he had slept for hours. Yet Damian still stood by his side.

"Young master," the man said again.

"Why are you still here?" Ethan sighed in frustration.

"Because it is necessary, you come home. There's not much time left."

Ethan studied Damian. He was already convinced that the man would not stop until he agreed to go to his family’s house with him. With the kind of persistence he showed, he could last years doing just that.

"I can only promise you that I will go, but I won't promise you that I will stay because I won't."

Damian nodded once. That was all he needed.

The next day, the doctor discharged Ethan. The fancy fleet was at the hospital to get him again. This time, a man opened Ethan's door, and he went into it. It was an upgrade from his bicycle.

Bella's mother had been against her buying him things. Whenever she found out, she would hit her daughter in the face, so the couple agreed they would lie low and keep their matters private.

The car moved. It took a while to get to the home Ethan remembered. He stepped down when they arrived. Damian always walked close.

The Walton Dynasty was a large place. Fresh memories broke out in Ethan's head. They were too fresh.

Ahead, someone held the wheelchair his uncle sat in from behind. Ethan was shocked to see Aaron Walton and not his father in this courtyard.

"Uncle Aaron."

"Ethan," the man said once he drew nearer and nearer.

"Where’s my father?"

Aaron looked him dead in the eye. "My brother passed away six months ago. He was killed with his wife in a fire."

The news stunned Ethan and made him unaware that he didn't know when he lost it.

"Are you out of your mind?" Ethan yelled in his face, trying to leash his anger. "My father, Henry Walton, led our family's mega dynasty for years. If he died, why does the entire world still think he lives?"

"Because I lied! To protect this family, I've been lying for six months, but my lies have finally caught up to me."

Ethan gripped his head, pulling at his hair and scalp. He hated his father for what he had done to him, but he had never wanted him to die.

Ethan asked after a moment. "What do you mean by caught up to you?"

"I have limited time left to live. Days would even be generous, to say the least, but the Walton Dynasty needs a successor."

"Go make one, then." Ethan muttered.

But Aaron took out the papers he already came outside with, like this was the only end to this meeting. They were deeds to their family’s global assets. The man's hands shook from his aliment.

"You. I name you, Ethan Walton, as the head and sole owner of this Zillionaire Dynasty.