Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations

Finally, with a shaky breath, he turned toward Ethan. "I'm… I'm sorry," he said, his voice low and trembling. He glanced at Grandma York, hoping his words would be enough to satisfy her.

But Grandma York didn't move. Her expression remained cold and firm. "On your knees," she said sharply, the weight of her words heavy with finality. "You've disgraced this family and ruined what should have been a joyous celebration for me. If you can't humble yourself now, you'll lose all your shares in the company. This isn't a request—it's an order."

Upon hearing her mother words, Serenity uncle almost lose his balance, he couldn't believe his mother is willing to go this hard on him because of a university student, someone who can't even help them.

The crowd gasped again, the murmurs growing louder. Is she serious? one guest whispered. "Lose all his shares? That's everything he has," another added.

Serenity's uncle was Frozen, his face draining of color. His knees wobbled slightly, the ultimatum crashing down on him like a tidal wave. He knew she wasn't bluffing. If he don't do this…he knew Everything he had worked for will be gone.

Serenity's uncle hesitated for only a moment, but the pressure in the room was suffocating. His knees buckled, and he lowered himself to the floor, his pride crushed under the weight of the stares and whispers surrounding him.

"I… I apologize, Ethan," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, eyes glued to the floor.

At that moment The room remained silent, every guest processing the scene before them. However Ethan, still calm and composed, stepped forward. His voice broke the silence, firm yet measured.

"I appreciate the apology," he said, his tone carrying no malice, "but let me clear the air so that there are no more misunderstandings."

At that moment he held up the red box containing the necklace, its brilliance visible even through the glass.

"This necklace," Ethan began, "was given to me by Mr. Davis as a token of gratitude after I saved his son. He said it was priceless to him, and though I didn't ask for it, he insisted. I had no idea it was worth so much."

Upon hearing what Ethan just said.

A wave of murmurs rippled through the crowd, the revelation shifting the atmosphere. Ethan continued, unbothered by the whispers.

"The free pass I had in the hospital, the one I gave to Old Master York? That was also part of the same gratitude. I didn't do it for recognition. I did it because it was the right thing to do."

He paused, letting his words sink in before adding, "And now, I've brought this necklace here to gift it to Grandma York. Not because of its price, but because she deserves something as extraordinary as she is."

The weight of his words hung in the air, and for a moment, there was only silence. Then, a single clap broke through the stillness. It was Grandma York, her hands coming together with a deliberate rhythm. Her expression was warm, her pride evident as she looked at Ethan.

At that moment the clapping grew, swelling into a wave of applause as the guests joined in, some even standing from their seats. Serenity's uncle remained kneeling, his face pale with embarrassment as the room celebrated the very man he had tried to humiliate.

At that moment Grandma York walked to Ethan, her smile radiant, and pulled him into a heartfelt hug. "Thank you, Ethan," she said softly, her voice filled with emotion. "You've not only honored me but reminded everyone here of what it means to give with sincerity."

The applause grew louder, and Ethan could feel the weight of the moment, though he remained humble.

"It's nothing, Grandma," he replied, his voice steady but warm. "You've done so much for this family. This is the least I could do."

As the clapping subsided, Grandma York returned to her seat, and the guests followed suit, the tension in the room finally dissipating. Ethan walked back to his seat as well, settling beside Serenity, who gave him a smile filled with gratitude.

"Thank you for handling that with such grace," she whispered, leaning closer so only he could hear.

Then Ethan leaned back slightly, his expression calm but thoughtful.

"I wasn't about to let it ruin your grandmother's evening," he replied quietly, his gaze drifting across the room. No matter how much they doubt me, I'll stand my ground.

As Ethan sat beside Serenity, her voice broke the comfortable silence between them.

"You know," she began softly, her tone thoughtful, "you're the first person who's ever helped me without asking for anything in return. Not even friendship." Her eyes, usually guarded, softened as she looked at him.

"Most people have some kind of ulterior motive. But you… you didn't."

Ethan tilted his head slightly, considering her words. His expression was calm, but his gaze carried a trace of humor as he replied, "That's because there's nothing you could offer me, Serenity." He paused, a faint smirk playing at his lips. "Well, except your smile. And I don't see that very often."

Caught off guard, Serenity blinked before a genuine smile broke across her face, the kind that transformed her features and made her seem lighter, freer.

Then Ethan leaned back slightly, observing her with a rare flicker of satisfaction.

"There it is," he said quietly, his voice almost teasing.

"Finally."

At that moment Just as he was about to continue, the sound of the main doors opening interrupted him.

A booming voice echoed through the hall, carrying a tone of authority that demanded attention. "Greetings!" the voice announced, loud and clear. "The Godly Investor has arrived!"

Immediately the room froze. Every conversation came to an abrupt halt as heads turned toward the entrance.

At that moment Ten men in sharp black suits entered the room, their movements precise and purposeful. Their presence was commanding, their stern expressions leaving no doubt that they were trained professionals.