Her Saviour

Brooks Corp.

"The presentation is fine. I give it a pass. Natasha, arrange for the meeting in the evening. I want the job to be done by today itself."

A deep voice rang in the four walls of the lavish cabin. His words brought wide smiles on the faces of his staff, who silently patted their backs. Natasha, his secretary, leaned forward to take the file. Her eyes shone with admiration for the man whose gaze remained fixated on the screen.

"That's great, Sir. I will definitely arrange-"

Her sweet words were cut off by a loud bang. Everyone flinched in their spot when the door suddenly burst open, revealing a girl who was a mess. 

The man who was earlier sprawled in the chair immediately sprang up and pushed the chair back with full force. His face lost color watching his heart sobbing like a broken soul.

"Honeybun!!"

"Ian!!!"

Honey cried and ran inside with wide-open arms like a child. Natasha stumbled when Ethan suddenly pushed her away and rushed to hold Honey, who crashed into his arms. He immediately secured her fragile figure in a protective grip and started patting the back of her head.

"W-What happened, baby? What happened?" Panicked, he tried to inquire, but Honey was too shattered to spill the beans. She was afraid, broken, and hopeless.

Ethan was crushed by her painful sobs. His heart was bleeding, but the thought that his entire staff was present clicked in his mind. His expression hardened within a second as he whipped his head and shot a glare at his people, who cowered in fear. His one look was enough for them to clear the arena. Without wasting time, they quickly collected their stuff and scrambled away, but not before closing the door.

Ethan heaved a sigh. The muscles in his jaw slackened as his gaze softened. An expression he wore only for his Honey.

Moving back, he gently cradled her face in his palm and made her look into his eyes. His features twitched in worry when he noticed her swollen, red eyes and crimson nose. The fact that his Honey was in deep pain didn't sit well with him.

"What happened, Honeybun?" He asked her softly. Honey sniffed. His words only brought a set of fresh tears to her baby blue eyes.

"Mamma," a croaked whisper slipped through her cracked lips. Ethan immediately turned alert. In no time, she blurted everything, and by the end, the man was seething like a volcano.

Fury crashed into him like a tidal wave. His hands itched to demand the blood of the bastards who made his girl cry. But Ethan swallowed his anger. His face remained blank, devoid of any emotion, but his mind had started to weave a destructive plan for her wrongdoers. He will make them regret their existence.

Wiping her tears with the pad of his thumbs, he caressed her face and proceeded to wipe the sweat beads from her forehead.

"Go back to Aunt and let me deal with everything, okay?" He coaxed Honey and squeezed her shoulders. She looked at him, confused.

"But Ian, Mamma. Dr. Phil said that he won't start the treatment until-"

"Nothing will happen," Ethan interrupted her as he placed his index finger on her lips. Honey blinked her eyes; she was taken aback by his action, but Ethan simply smiled at her innocence and flicked her nose with his index finger.

"You told me everything, right? Now let me handle it. You just go back and wait for me. Hmm."

His puzzled words went completely through her head. Nonetheless, Honey complied. Sighing, she turned around and dragged her feet to the door. Ethan slipped his hands into the pockets of his pants and watched her leave. He had read her face. She didn't believe him, but he was fine with it because he was in no mood to reveal his cruel plans to her.

She was too innocent to understand his devious side.

As soon as Honey left, Ethan fished out his phone and dialed a number. Ire flickered through his eyes, resembling a blazing inferno as he placed the receiver near his ear.

"Put Phil on the line."