Part 3Fire, Fury, and a Fiancé from Hell

The doctor checked me over. Confirming I was fine, I could be discharged after the IV finished.

When I went to see Jason, his face was wrapped in thick gauze.

Seeing me enter, he struggled to sit up, voice choking:

"Sarah, I'm so glad you're okay... I thought I'd never see you again."

"Why did you... suddenly faint?"

He seemed suspicious. I took two steps back and sighed:

"The fire was too big, the heat suffocated me. Otherwise, I would have definitely saved you."

"By the way, Jason, even if an experiment went wrong, the fire shouldn't have been that big, right? Did you use some special materials?"

Jason's expression shifted, seemingly annoyed that he poured a bucket of gasoline and burned himself.

The bullet comments cared more about his health than he did, filling the screen with demands for money.

[The supporting character is shameless, just bringing a fruit basket? Hurry up and pay for his treatment!]

[Yeah, I remember she has 30% of the shares, worth about a billion. She should give it all to him as an apology!]

Jason reached out, clutching the hem of my shirt.

"Don't worry about the medical bills... I can..."

He coughed violently, covering his mouth with a tissue.

"I'm just short on the surgery fee, I don't want you to..."

I stifled a laugh, placing the fruit basket on the nightstand.

Funny. Even as the "male lead," he still has to beg me, the "vicious supporting character," for money.

"I asked the doctor. Your follow-up treatment will cost a lot. I contacted Grandpa, but he said my trust fund can't be touched until I get married."

Jason stiffened, the corner of his mouth twitching under the gauze.

"What do you mean?"

I shrugged innocently.

"Exactly what I said. I have no money right now. You'll have to figure it out yourself."

In my past life, lying in the hospital bed, before I could say anything...

He started complaining about being tight on money and told me to figure out the medical bills myself.

I was just returning his words to him, verbatim.

He clearly realized this, his eyes under the gauze full of scrutiny.

Just as we were at a stalemate, the door opened.

A man in a black suit walked in, followed by a lawyer.

Tall, sharp-eyed. He nodded slightly upon seeing me:

"Miss Shen, I am Ethan He, your grandfather's legal counsel. He heard about your accident and asked me to check on you."

I paused, seeing the comments pop up:

[Who is this guy? Looks tough.]

[Is he here to help the supporting character? What about our leads!]

Oh~ so these self-proclaimed omniscient NPCs don't know everything.

I remembered Ethan. A ruthless figure in the legal world, managing billions in overseas assets for my grandfather at a young age.

In my past life, after I was disfigured, he visited once.

Frowned and said Jason wasn't good enough for me. Never saw him again.

Jason recognized him too, his tone instantly polite.

"Mr. He, sorry to trouble you."

Ethan ignored him, walking straight to me.

"Miss Shen, do you need me to handle the follow-up? Including the liability assessment for the lab."

Seeing the flash of inquiry in his eyes, I looked him over.

Black eyes deep as a cold pool, pale skin making him look noble and sharp.

Much easier on the eyes than the mummy-faced Jason.

I suddenly had a great idea.