Axel didn't hesitate. "If I could build the Wright Group once and trust you to run it, I can do it again and assign someone..." His gaze was unwavering. "You focus on healing. I'll handle the rest. No need to worry about it."
Ethan exhaled slowly, guilt flickering across his face. "You're carrying too much because of me."
Axel stepped closer, his voice steady and unyielding. "That's what family does."
Ethan fell silent, the weight of those words sinking deep into his chest—heavier than any wound, but somehow comforting.
"Thanks, Axel…" Ethan's faint voice broke the heavy silence that had settled over the medical room. The words sounded sincere, and for a moment, even the steady hum of the machines seemed to pause.
Axel shook his head slowly, his expression unreadable. "Don't thank me yet. This matter isn't over." His eyes sharpened. "We still haven't found the real mastermind who tried to kill you."
