Billionaire's Match (Khloe and Nick Hunt) novel Chapter 864

Chapter 864

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Charlotte stayed quiet. Ethan had, in fact, revealed the true reason behind Nancy’s despair. Yet even so, Nancy remained the victim, and Charlotte couldn’t bring herself to blame her.

“Does that mean that kind people-those who genuinely want to do good for others-are destined to be wrong in this world?” she murmured.

Ethan was silent for a moment. “Not wrong. It’s just… human nature, life itself.”

“That scumbag…” Charlotte began, voice tight with anger.

“I’ve already dealt with him,” Ethan interrupted.

Seeing that Charlotte believed him, he picked up his bowl of porridge and started eating. He bore some responsibility for Nancy’s ordeal, and those disgusting people had always repulsed him. Legal action or social condemnation would have been too gentle for them. He wasn’t someone who played by the rules. If restitution was to be had, it had to be thorough—painful,

even.

Ethan had moved swiftly. He orchestrated a chain of misfortunes for the scumbag’s family. The old saying “a son inherits the debts of his father” became literal: the ex was forced to take on massive debts himself, but the creditors were all arranged by Ethan. The methods of collection were far harsher than what had ever harassed Nancy-being “hospitalized” every three days was the least of it.

Even the new girlfriend wasn’t spared. Attempts to break up couldn’t save her; she had to shoulder the debts alongside him or face the same consequences.

And Ethan didn’t stop there. He extended a seemingly benevolent offer to the helpless ex: take a job at a private club and rely on wealthy benefactors.

Meanwhile, the new girlfriend was ruthlessly abandoned in the same dramatic style Nancy had once endured, the ex’s misdeeds exposed to the university, and the pair even got dragged into a police case. Humiliated and without any standing, both dropped out of university.

Yet even then, Ethan wasn’t done. Nancy’s life demanded full repayment, and he ensured the scumbag would spend a lifetime paying for what he’d done. The private club was unforgiving, the wealthy patron part of a gray-market operation, and news coverage of the fallout forced the ex out of the country-he disappeared entirely,

“Ethan… you really did learn your admiration in her voice.

craft from Clarice,” Charlotte snorted, a note of grudging

She was smiling, though-the heaviness that had pressed on her chest moments ago had lifted, replaced by a warm sense of justice upon hearing the scumbag’s downfall. Ethan continued eating, glancing at her. “Are you complimenting me or insulting me?” “Thank you,” Charlotte said softly. “I misjudged you before. You’re different from Clarice.

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Chapter 860

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A small brown villa stood there. Inside, a vibrant garden greeted her-full of color, warm, and

lived-in.

It was completely different from the Morrison family villa, which had been grand and pristine, yet cold and lifeless.

Charlotte rang the doorbell. After quite a while, the door finally opened.

Ethan stood there in a dark gray cardigan, loose loungewear underneath. His face was pale, his lips nearly colorless. A gust of wind made him cough immediately.

As soon as Charlotte stepped inside, he leaned against the doorframe. “You actually came?”

His tone was still casual, but the weakness in his voice was impossible to hide.

Charlotte looked him over, frowning. “In your condition, are you really okay being discharged?

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“I won’t die.”

At her words, Ethan straightened slightly, though his movements were slow. For a brief moment, his expression twisted. The movements were clearly pulling at his wounds.

“Since you’re here, make me something to eat first.”

As if unwilling to be seen in such a state, he slowly walked past her.

Charlotte glanced around. The large villa was empty-no housekeeper, no staff.

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