"I'm not sure how he knows, but after testing the waters, his reactions practically confirmed it. He knows the outcome from your dreams."
Isabella still refused to utter the word 'rebirth'.
If she said it out loud, no one would believe her.
Just like how she had played it off with Harold.
Saying York had the same prophetic 'dreams' as Ethan was the perfect, plausible cover.
"Ethan, I'm ninety percent sure York orchestrated your car crash. Focus your investigation squarely on him. If you dig hard enough, you'll find the trail."
"If—and I mean if—York had the same dream as you, then he came to Cabinda specifically for revenge. It doesn't matter that we haven't crossed him in this reality. Wait, no—Dave and his crew were locked up because of us."
"They were York's men. York relied heavily on Dave to run his underworld operations. Since we put them behind bars, it makes perfect sense that York would target us under the guise of avenging his subordinates."
Ethan fell silent, processing the weight of it all.
Just then, Jennifer Adams walked back into the hospital room, a bowl of freshly washed fruit in her hands. Seeing her son deeply engaged in a phone call, she frowned softly. "Ethan, you're still recovering. Let your cousins handle the corporate affairs for now."
In the past, Jennifer had been fiercely protective of Ethan's position as the head of the Adams Group, desperate to ensure he never lost power.
Now, all she cared about was that he was breathing. Everything else was background noise.
When she received the call that her son was on the brink of death, her entire world had collapsed.
Thank God he had been pulled back from the edge.
"York is here for blood. We can't just play defense; we need to strike first."
Isabella's voice was steely. "Now that we know his true identity, we need to hunt down evidence of his criminal empire. He might have scrubbed his tracks, but he's bound to have slipped up somewhere."
"We need solid proof to lock him away and secure a death sentence, just like in your dream."
"There's one more thing. York and Natalie are in contact. I don't even need to ask to know York was the one who orchestrated her being drugged. She's in a much better position to gather evidence against him than we are."
"Once you're cleared to leave the hospital, you need to sit down with her. Convince her to flip on him. Warn her that if she keeps digging her grave with York, she'll go down with him."
"When York's empire crumbles, she'll be standing right in the blast zone."
Ethan hesitated for a long moment. "I doubt I could sway her. She's not the Natalie I used to know. Her jealousy and hatred for you have consumed her. And with her marriage falling apart, she's only growing more reckless and unhinged."

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