Chapter 2 - Ethan Demands Answers About The Mysterious Little Girl
The Californian sun beat down relentlessly onto the pristine marble courtyard of the sprawling Beverly Hills estate.
Ethan’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the armrests of his specialized wheelchair with sudden, furious intensity.
“Tell me right now who sent you, little girl, or so help me God,” Ethan demanded, his voice cracking with emotion.
Maya didn't flinch away from his piercing glare, her innocent brown eyes holding an uncanny depth that unnerved him.
Dr. Miller stepped closer, adjusting his stethoscope in sheer disbelief while staring down at Ethan’s trembling legs.
“This defies every known law of modern neurology and spinal cord rehabilitation,” Dr. Miller stammered, shaking his head.
Sarah the maid nervously wrung her hands in her apron, casting guilty glances toward the sparkling estate swimming pool.
“Sarah, you knew about this, didn't you?” Ethan snapped, pivoting his wheelchair sharply toward his terrified housekeeper.
Sarah bit her lower lip, tears welling in her eyes as she looked between Ethan and six-year-old Maya.
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“Mr. Vance, I... I was sworn to absolute secrecy by someone who said you needed this miracle more than life itself,” Sarah whispered.
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