Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations

Upon hearing what the spokesman's wife just said, Ethan would imagine the terrible shape in which the spokesman could be, his heart pounding furiously.

Without wasting any more time he burst towards the door, his feet thundering the floor.

At that moment his sight met the spokesman lay prostrate upon the ground, a pool of blood around him.

Upon seeing what was going on Ethan's intelligence kicked into operation almost immediately, and he could tell the poor fellow was still hanging in there.

"We've got to get him to the hospital, now!"

Ethan shouted, and every ounce of his voice vibrated with urgency. turning to the woman, his wild-eyed panic, he said.

"There is no use wasting any more time. Each second counts now." Stay updated through empire

Still Shaking in anger, he fell to his knees beside the spokesman to check for his pulse, so he could confirm.

"Still alive but barely. Got to hurry."

At that moment She nodded, having her face gone pale with fear. Falling tears streaked her face as she went to gather her children and stammered to comfort them.

"It's going to be alright,"

she muttered, embracing them close to herself.

"We have to be strong for daddy."

then she said to Ethan.

"My husband has a car!"

Without wasting any more time Ethan carried the spokesmen towards the car and positioned him properly, and he told his wife to apply pressure on the spot he was stabbed.

immediately Ethan went behind the wheels, his mind calculating the route to the hospital.

"Hang on,"

he muttered, the knuckles of his hands started turning white as his palms clasped the steering wheel. "Just hang on a little longer, and make sure you do what I said."

With a brain not hindered, he sliced through the side streets with precision and speed.

The car darted here, weaved there in and out of the traffic with ease, like a well-placed bullet.

Red lights and stop signs were a blur, as he pressed the car to its limits, his foot caressing the accelerator.

It did not take long before he arrived at his hospital.

immediately he jumped out of his car, and called Davis, and immediately his call was answered. "Davis! I need your help, now!"

he yelled in desperation.

"It's an emergency, my friend is dying, and we need to get him into the VIP ward straightaway."

without wasting anymore time

Davis sprang into action, concern etched across his face as he helped Ethan and the other woman carry the spokesman into the hospital, calling orders to the various people as they went down the corridors. The air was thick with tension as the reverberations of their footsteps bounced off the walls.

"Make way!"

Davis yelled, his voice piercing through the chaos.

"We have a code red-a life-threatening emergency!"

But as they approached the casualty ward VIP, their expectations were dashed.

They all hovered over the doctor, with solemn faces.

"I'm so sorry to say this,"

one of the most experienced doctors said. He hung his head, his eyes full of sympathy.

"His stabs are too serious. We cannot manage to keep him alive. He is likely to die during the surgery process."

With a burst of sobs, the spokesman's wife let herself fall onto the floor. She threw her face into the hollow of her hands while her shoulders heaved with cries of anguish.

"No!"

she shrieked, her voice hoarse with agony.

"Please, you have to save him! He's everything to us!"

Seeing everything that is happening Guilt weighed heavily upon Ethan's heart, as his choice just now weighed him down.

His fists clasped in his maddening whirling of thoughts, as he was faced with the fact that it was his call that brought them to this moment.

"If only I had used my points elsewhere,"

he thought, the prick in his eyes showing from the welling unshed anger.

"If only I had chosen not to come to the house. Maybe this innocent man wouldn't be standing at death's threshold."

Ethan's mind labored, grasping for something, anything. In a flash of suddenness, it came to Ethan-the ancient staff.

If there was to be any hope to be extended to the spokesman, it lay in the staff.

But then he remembered the staff had been left back at the estate, and Ethan knew full well that he didn't have enough points to give a boost to his intelligence to the level that could wield its full potential.

And time was getting thinner, really, and he needed to get on with things immediately.

"Damn it!"

he burst out.

"I need that staff, but I don't have the points. What am I going to do?"

At that moment with a heavy heart, Ethan watched the spokesman-eyes,

with a mix of determination and despair. Somehow he felt that the spokesmen had only one hour remaining.

immediately he turned to the spokesman's wife; his voice did not show the storm that was bleeding in his heart.

"Believe me,"

he said, his hand still on her shoulder. His eyes did not leave the intensity of hers.

"Just take care of him before I return."

without saying any more words Ethan ran out of the hospital with thoughts in his head.

Reaching his phone, he dialed Davis's number.

"Davis, I need you to send me a list of the accounts of all the defaulters of the hospital, and also the patients that are yet to pay their bills. I want to cover all of them, to the very last dime."

Upon hearing what Ethan just said, Davis's voice was cracking over the phone, and there was a ring of doubtfulness in his voice.

"Mr.Ethan, are you serious? That would be a fortune. Are you sure about this?"

He stopped momentarily; he felt the air catch at his throat.

"I mean, I know you're wealthy, but this is. this is unprecedented."

immediately Ethan's jaw clenched, his resolution unshaken.

"I have never been so serious in my life, Davis. This is life and death. Just do as I say."

His voice cracked with desperation filtering in.

Without wasting any more time he ended the call, and plunged into the spokesman's car, flooring the accelerator as the roaring engine screamed on.

Rushing to the estate, his phone kept buzzing with messages from Davis, each carrying the account details of the people in need.

Ethan's eyes darted to the screen, his heart constricting with the number.

Ethan's heart was racing as he pulled onto the estate, his tires shrieking as he veered up the driveway.

He leaped from his car, racing into the house, and he immediately walked to the spot where he had hid the staff.

"Please,"

he whispered, shaking with emotion.

"Please let this work."

With trembling hands, he reached out for the staff.

Then he glanced down at his watch and felt his stomach drop. He had only a few minutes to make it in time to save the spokesman's life.

Ethan hitched a tight run back toward the car, holding firm onto the staff.

In a full-speed he dash to the hospital.

then he started walking to the Vip ward with just ten minutes remaining.

immediately he flipped open his phone and started dialing on the screen with flying fingers. He activated the donations-one at a time he started donating money to those in need.Nôv(el)B\\jnn