Harold Winters scoffed. “You? Offering us a chance? What could you possibly have that would help us right now?”
Ethan didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he simply reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, sharp knife.
Without hesitation, he raised it to his palm and made a clean, small shallow cut.
Harold and Lillian’s eyes widened in shock as a thin red line appeared across Ethan’s skin, followed by a slow trickle of blood.
Lillian gasped. “What the hell are you doing?!”
Harold frowned, taking a step forward. “Are you out of your mind? If you have something to say, just say it! There’s no need to bring out a knife and start hurting yourself!”
But Ethan remained unfazed by those words and he did what he had intended to do.
Reaching into his pocket again, he pulled out a small jar of white ointment. Carefully, he dipped his fingers into the salve and gently applied it to his hand on the wounded area where he made a shallow cut.
What happened next left Harold and Lillian completely speechless.
Before their very eyes, the bleeding stopped almost instantly, and the cut began to close at an unnatural speed. Within seconds, the wound was completely gone, as if it had never existed in the first place or like if there was even a cut… not even a small scar.
The couple could only stare in stunned silence.
Harold’s mouth opened and closed, struggling to find words. Lillian’s hands trembled as she covered her mouth, her breath shaky.
Finally, Harold managed to stammer, “W-What… What the hell was that?”
Lillian’s voice was barely above a whisper. “That ointment… Is that… some kind of miracle cream?”
Their anger, their resentment, their disbelief, all of it vanished in an instant, replaced by something else entirely.
Awe.
Seeing the shock and awe on Harold and Lillian’s faces, Ethan let out a small, confident smile.
“Sir, Ma’am…” He spoke with a calm, measured tone, letting his words sink in. “Now, tell me, if a scar-removal ointment this miraculous were to be mass-produced and introduced to the market… what do you think would happen?”
Lillian, still overwhelmed by what she had just witnessed, gasped. Then, as the realization struck her, she nearly shrieked, “Are you an idiot?! Something like this, something this effective, would absolutely crazed the market! It would sell like crazy!”
She turned to her husband, excitement flashing in her eyes. “Harold dear, do you realize what this means? If this ointment gets out there, it won’t just sell well, it’ll cause a crazy sensation! People will be fighting to get their hands on it, especially rich women Or who have scars!”
Harold, however, wasn’t as quick to react. He was still processing what he had seen. His rational mind tried to look for an explanation, but no matter how much he thought about it, there was no denying what had just happened before his very eyes.
After a long moment of silence, he slowly looked up at Ethan, his expression serious.
“…Ethan,” he said cautiously, “are you saying… you have made this cream and you even have a formula for it?”
Instead of answering right away, Ethan simply smiled. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a document. With an air of casual confidence, he handed it over.
Harold hesitated for only a second before snatching the file. His fingers trembled slightly as he flipped through the pages, his sharp eyes scanning each line carefully.
The more he read, the deeper his breathing became. His eyes darted across the document, absorbing every technical detail, every medical term, every piece of legal wording that confirmed beyond a shadow of a doubt.
This wasn’t just any document. This was a patent authorization. A legitimate, government-verified exclusive patent for the scar-removal medicine.
Harold’s grip on the papers tightened. The disbelief in his eyes slowly gave way to something else.
Awe. Excitement. And most of all… an opportunity.
When he finally looked up at Ethan again, his expression had completely changed. His eyes burned with newfound energy, like a man who had just stumbled upon a golden treasure chest.
Ethan smirked slightly. “Now do you believe that I have the ability to help the Winters Family climb out of this crisis?”
Harold swallowed hard before nodding, his voice slightly shaky. “Believe? I—of course, I believe!” His breath came fast, his mind racing. “Actually, back at the party hall, I had a feeling you weren’t just some ordinary young man. But I never imagined… that you had created something this groundbreaking!”
“This is incredible! Completely Unbelievable!”
Lillian, who had been peering over his shoulder at the document, clapped her hands together, her frustration from earlier completely forgotten. “Ethan, you’re a genius! If we can get this product to market, our family might not just recover… we could rise higher than we ever have before!”
Despite their sudden enthusiasm, Ethan remained composed. He leaned back slightly, folding his arms across his chest, and spoke with a hint of amusement.
“By the way, Sir, Ma’am…” He tilted his head slightly. “Is this how the Winters Family treats a benefactor who comes to help them?”
Harold and Lillian blinked in confusion. Then, they followed Ethan’s gaze… And finally realized that he was still standing outside the front door.
Harold ‘s face immediately turned red with embarrassment. He smacked his forehead and laughed awkwardly. “Hahahaha Look at me! I must be getting old… I completely forgot my manners!”
He quickly stepped aside. “Come in, come in! Let’s talk inside!”
“Yes, yes! That was so rude of us!” Lillian exclaimed, stepping forward and personally guiding Ethan into the house.
Once inside the Winters Family’s grand living room, the atmosphere took a drastic turn.
If earlier, Harold and Lillian had treated Ethan like an unwelcome guest, now they were practically rolling out the red carpet for him.
Lillian rushed to the kitchen, bringing out the finest tea they had, carefully brewing a fresh pot. She placed an exquisite porcelain teacup in front of Ethan, her attitude warm and respectful.
Harold, on the other hand, ordered the house staff to prepare fresh fruit, the highest-quality snacks, and anything else that might make Ethan feel comfortable.
For nearly half an hour, they fussed over him, treating him like a VIP guest.
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