A New Threat
Ethan's recovery was a grueling process. Each day was a new battle, both physically and mentally. His mornings began with the slow, painful task of getting out of bed, every movement a reminder of the toll the illness and treatment had taken on his body. Despite the intense pain, he forced himself to go through the motions, determined to regain his strength.
"We need to push a little harder today, Ethan," Jack would say, his tone firm but encouraging. "Your leg muscles need to rebuild, and the only way to do that is through consistent effort."
Ethan would grit his teeth and nod, sweat already beading on his forehead from the effort of simply getting into a standing position. The exercises varied from day to day, each designed to target different muscle groups and improve his overall strength and mobility. Some days were better than others, but more often than not, the pain was almost unbearable.
One particularly difficult morning, Ethan found himself lying on the gym mat, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His leg throbbed with a dull, relentless pain, and his muscles felt like they were on fire.
"Take it easy, Ethan," Jack said, kneeling beside him. "You've made a lot of progress today. Let's not overdo it."
Ethan shook his head, defeated.
As Ethan lay there, his mind wandered to the mountain of work waiting for him at the office. He hated feeling so helpless, so out of control. The physical pain was one thing, but the emotional toll of being sidelined from his duties was even harder to bear.
After a brief rest, Ethan struggled to his feet with Jack's help. They moved on to leg lifts, an exercise that required Ethan to lie on his back and lift his leg while Jack provided support. Each lift sent a wave of pain through his body, but he gritted his teeth and pushed through it.
"That's it, Ethan. You're doing great," Jack encouraged. "Just a few more reps."
By the time they finished, Ethan was exhausted, his body trembling from the exertion. Jack helped him back to his wheelchair, offering a reassuring smile. "You did great today."
Ethan nodded, appreciating Jack's words even if he didn't entirely believe them. He wheeled himself to the bathroom, where he took a long, hot shower to ease his aching muscles. The steam and warmth provided some relief, but the underlying pain remained.
After getting dressed, he made his way to the kitchen, where his mother, Linda, had prepared a light breakfast. She greeted him with a warm smile, masking her worry. "How are you feeling today, Ethan?"
"Tired, but managing," he replied, forcing a smile. "Thanks for the breakfast, Mom."
Linda nodded, her eyes filled with concern.
Ethan appreciated her support but couldn't shake the feeling of isolation. His mind was constantly racing with thoughts of the firm, his responsibilities, and the looming threat of his illness. Despite his family's unwavering support, he felt like a burden.
A New Threat Emerges
After breakfast, Ethan made his way to his home office, where he spent the next few hours catching up on work. The effort to focus on legal documents and case files helped distract him from the pain, but it was mentally exhausting. By late morning, he was ready to head to the office for a change of scenery and to be closer to his team.
As he arrived at Caldwell & Caldwell, he was greeted with warm smiles from his colleagues. Despite their supportive demeanor, Ethan could sense their concern. They all knew how much he was struggling, even if he tried to hide it.
Ivy, who had been working tirelessly to keep things running smoothly, approached him with a stack of documents. "Morning, Mr. Caldwell. I've got some files from Henry for you to review when you have a chance."
"Thanks, Ivy," he replied, taking the files. "Please let Henry know I'd like him to come up to my office to discuss the Harrison case. I want to make sure we're prepared for the upcoming deposition."
"Of course, I'll let him know" Ivy said, smiling warmly.
Ethan nodded and wheeled himself to his own office, where he spent the next hour reviewing documents. His concentration was interrupted by the persistent pain in his leg, but he pushed through it, determined to stay on top of his work.
The Mysterious Envelope
Just as Ethan was beginning to feel like he was making progress, Ivy burst into his office, her face pale and eyes wide with fear. She held out an envelope, her hands trembling.
"Mr. Caldwell, you need to see this," she said, her voice shaking.
Ethan took the envelope and opened it, revealing a photo of Carlos, looking scared and disheveled. Along with the photo was a note that read, "Stay out of this, or he pays the price."
His heart pounded as he looked at the photo and the note. A wave of anger and fear washed over him. "Thank you Ivy, I'll take care of it," he said, curtly.
Intensifying Security
Despite his physical limitations, Ethan's mind was sharp and focused. He immediately called a meeting with Mark, Jason, and Henry to discuss their next steps.
"Jason, what do you know? How do they know Ivy's connection to me? We need to protect Ivy and Carlos, but we also need to find out who's behind this," Ethan said, his voice steady despite the exhaustion in his eyes. "Jason, can you find out where this photo was taken?"
Jason nodded, his expression serious. "I'll start immediately. We'll track them down."
Mark added, "I'll increase security around the office and our homes. No one gets in or out without being vetted."
The Weight of Responsibility
After the meeting, Ethan returned to his office, the weight of the situation pressing heavily on him. Each step he took was a reminder of his weakened state, the lingering pain from his therapy sessions gnawing at him. He looked at the photo of Carlos, his heart aching for the young boy. Despite everything he was going through, he knew he had to stay strong for Carlos and for everyone else who depended on him.
Ethan sat down at his desk, the leather chair creaking slightly under his weight. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. The stress of the situation, combined with his ongoing recovery, was taking a toll on him. His leg throbbed, a constant reminder of the physical battles he had endured and continued to fight.
Just as he was about to start strategizing, Ivy entered his office, her expression filled with concern. She had always been perceptive, and it was clear she could see the strain on his face. "Eth, Mr. Caldwell, what's going on? Are you all right?"
He looked up at her, managing a small smile despite the turmoil inside. "You are staying at the penthouse tonight, Ivy. Let me figure this out," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. It was more of a statement, not an offer.
Ivy was stunned by the gesture but could see the determination in his eyes. She simply said, "Okay, Mr. Caldwell, Okay."
Ethan nodded, appreciating her trust and compliance. "I'll get Rob to help you pick up your stuff from your dorm. Please be careful, but don't worry, I'm taking care of this." His voice was firm and determined, masking the exhaustion he felt.
Jack, standing quietly in the corner, listened intently. His years as a war veteran had trained him to respond to situations calmly and effectively. He stepped forward, his expression serious. "I won't let anything happen to her," Jack said, his voice steady.
When Ivy left the room, Ethan looked at Jack, grateful for his unwavering support. "Jack, I know I'm asking beyond your scope of work, but I really need a favor. I need you to stay close to Ivy. Keep her safe. There's a complication with Carlos's case." Ethan silently wondered why, when it came to Ivy, he consciously avoided using the word "my house" and instead referred to it as "the penthouse."
Jack nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "She's going to her dorm to pick up her stuff with Rob, then she's staying at the penthouse. I'll make sure she's safe."
Ethan leaned back in his chair, feeling a slight relief knowing Ivy would be protected. He watched as she left his office, her steps quick and purposeful. He admired her strength and determination, qualities that had drawn him to her in the first place.
At Ivy's Dorm
When Ivy and Rob arrived at her dorm, the atmosphere was tense. Rob, ever the vigilant protector, kept a watchful eye on their surroundings. "Let's make this quick, Ivy," he said, his tone gentle but firm.
Ivy nodded, quickly gathering her essentials. As she packed, her mind raced with thoughts of Ethan and Carlos. She couldn't shake the image of Carlos's frightened face from her mind. Despite her own fears, she was determined to help Ethan in any way she could.
Rob helped carry her bags to the car, and they drove back to the penthouse in silence. Ivy appreciated Rob's presence, knowing he was there to protect her. She felt a mix of anxiety and determination, resolved to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
Back at the Penthouse
When they arrived at the penthouse, Ethan was in his study, surrounded by files and documents. The pain in his leg was a constant companion, but he pushed through it, driven by the need to protect those he cared about. He looked up as Ivy entered, offering her a reassuring smile.
"How are you holding up?" he asked, his voice gentle.
Ivy managed a small smile. "I'm okay, Ethan. Just worried about Carlos and you."
Ethan reached out and took her hand, squeezing it gently. "We'll get through this, Ivy. We'll find Carlos and make sure he's safe. Just get settled in your room and get some rest. I'll order us some dinner if you like." "Thank you, Ethan. I will eat if you promise you will eat with me," Ivy responded.
After a quiet dinner, as the evening grew late, Ethan found himself sitting on the sofa, eyes glued to his laptop but seemed to be lost in thought. The weight of responsibility pressed heavily on his shoulders, and the pain in his leg seemed to intensify with each passing hour. He rubbed his temples, trying to alleviate the tension that had built up.
Ivy, noticing his distress, braved herself to come close to him. "Ethan, you look like you could use a break," she said softly.
He looked up, his eyes tired but grateful. "It's just a lot to handle, Ivy."
Without another word, Ivy gently placed her hands on his shoulders and began to massage them. Ethan tensed at first, unused to such intimate contact, but as her fingers worked on his tight muscles, he began to relax. She could feel the knots in his shoulders, a result of the stress and the physical strain he endured daily.
"You need to take care of yourself too, Ethan," Ivy said gently as she continued to massage his shoulders. "You're carrying so much weight on your own."
Ethan closed his eyes, allowing himself to enjoy the soothing sensation of her touch. His muscles, tense from both stress and the effort to compensate for his weakened leg, began to loosen. Ivy's hands moved to his temples, gently massaging away the headache that had been building all day.
"Thank you, Ivy," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
Ivy smiled softly, her hands moving to caress his neck. "It's okay, Ethan. Just relax."
As she continued her gentle ministrations, Ethan felt himself drifting off. The combination of her touch and the overwhelming fatigue finally caught up with him. Within minutes, he was asleep on the couch, his breathing deep and steady.
Ivy watched him for a moment, feeling a warmth spread through her heart. She quickly called Jack to help move Ethan to his bed. When Jack arrived, he assessed the situation and decided to simply reposition Ethan's leg to ensure it was laid correctly.
"He needs his rest," Jack said quietly. "Let's not disturb him."
Ivy nodded, understanding. She carefully placed a blanket over Ethan, tucking it around him to keep him warm. She watched him for a moment longer, then quietly retreated to her room, feeling a sense of peace and determination. She knew the road ahead would be challenging, but with Ethan and their team, she felt ready to face whatever came their way.
A New Strategy
While Jason worked on tracing the origin of the photo, Ethan and Mark gather a team to work with law enforcement and intensified their efforts to uncover the gang's operations. Despite his physical limitations, Ethan's sharp mind and strategic thinking were invaluable. His days were filled with strategy sessions, phone calls, and reviewing documents, all while he struggled to manage his physical recovery.
It had been almost a week since Ivy received the envelope. Ethan had just begun using crutches for short distances, a significant milestone in his recovery, but also a stark reminder of his current vulnerabilities. Each step was painful and slow, but he was determined to push through.
One evening, as Ethan was reviewing documents in his office, his phone rang. The number was unfamiliar. He hesitated for a moment before answering. "Ethan Caldwell speaking."
"Mr. Caldwell, I have information that can help you, but we need to meet in person," a voice said, low and urgent.
"Who is this?" Ethan asked, skeptical.
"A friend," the voice replied. "Meet me at the old pier tomorrow at midnight. Come alone."
Ethan's mind raced. This could be the lead they desperately needed, but it could also be a trap. He decided to share the details with Mark, Jason, and Jack at the office the next morning.
The Discussion
The following morning, Ethan made his way to the office, leaning heavily on his crutches. He entered the conference room where Mark, Jason, and Jack were already waiting. They greeted him with a mixture of concern and respect, knowing how difficult it was for him to be there.
"I received a call from someone claiming to have information about Carlos. They want to meet at the old pier at midnight. Alone," Ethan began, setting the tone for the discussion.
Mark immediately frowned, shaking his head. "Ethan, it's too risky. You've only just started using crutches. You can't go by yourself."
Ethan looked at Mark, understanding his concern but also feeling the urgency of the situation. "Mark, this might be our only lead. We can't afford to ignore it."
Jason nodded thoughtfully. "He's right. But Mark's also right. We can't let you go alone."
"I know it's dangerous, but we need this information," Ethan insisted. "You guys can stay nearby, ready to intervene if anything goes wrong."
Mark crossed his arms, clearly unhappy. "I still don't like it. You're not in any shape to handle a situation like this physically."
Jack, ever the voice of reason, added, "We can set up a surveillance team. He won't be alone, even if it looks like it."
Ethan sighed, appreciating their concern. "Okay. We'll do it your way. But I'm going."
Carlos's Involvement
Carlos had been a bright kid with a troubled past, bouncing from foster home to foster home. He had fallen in with the wrong crowd in an attempt to find a sense of belonging. The gang saw his vulnerability and used it to their advantage, exploiting him for small tasks at first, which quickly escalated to more dangerous assignments. When Carlos tried to pull away, they threatened him, knowing he had no one else to turn to.
The gang had discovered Carlos's connection to Ethan and decided to use him as leverage in their illicit operations. They knew Ethan's influence and resources could be a threat to their activities, so they used Carlos to send a message, hoping to keep Ethan at bay.
The Coordination
Back at the office, Ethan and the team sprang into action. They coordinated with law enforcement discreetly, ensuring that their plans would not be leaked to the gang. The team worked tirelessly, piecing together the information provided by the informant and planning a rescue operation. They arranged for undercover officers to be positioned around the deal location. They had to be careful, as any sign of law enforcement could spook the gang and put Carlos in even more danger.
"We need to make sure this operation is airtight," Ethan said, leaning over the conference table, his face etched with determination. "The boy's life depends on it."
Everyone in the room nodded. "Relax Mr. Caldwell, let us get to work. Our priority is to get Carlos out safely," one of the officers assured Ethan. Jack whispered, "Let them work, Ethan. Be patient."
As they discussed the final details, a tense silence fell over the room. Each team member understood the gravity of the situation. The risks were high, but failure was not an option.
Ethan's phone buzzed, pulling him back to the present. It was a text from the informant, confirming the time and place for the meeting. Ethan looked at his team, their faces reflecting the same mix of anxiety and resolve that he felt.
The Meeting
As midnight approached, Ethan made his way to the old pier. His heart raced, a mix of anticipation and anxiety. He leaned heavily on his crutches, each step a painful reminder of his limitations. Despite the physical strain, his mind remained sharp and focused.
In the shadows, he spotted a hooded figure waiting. "You said you have information," Ethan called out, his voice steady despite the situation.
The figure stepped forward, revealing a scarred face. "I used to work for the gang. They're planning something big, and Carlos is at the center of it."
Ethan's eyes narrowed. "Why are you telling me this?"
"I want out, but they won't let me leave," the man replied, desperation evident in his voice. "I need your help to disappear."
Ethan nodded, trying to assess the truth in the man's words. "Tell me everything you know, and I'll see what I can do."
The man glanced around nervously before speaking. "They're using Carlos as leverage in a major drug deal. It's happening soon. I can give you the details, but you have to promise you'll help me."
Ethan listened carefully, absorbing the information. "I'll help you, but first, we need to stop them."
The man provided more details about the gang's operation, his voice trembling slightly. Ethan noted every piece of information, his mind already working on how to use it to their advantage.
"We'll take it from here," Ethan said, signaling to Mark and Jason, who had been watching from a distance. They approached cautiously, ensuring the informant felt secure.
The officer took over, leading the man away for further questioning. Mark and Jack stayed by Ethan's side, they quickly escorted Ethan out of the scene, their eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of trouble.
A Race Against Time
With the new information, Ethan and his team worked tirelessly to thwart the gang's plans. The details were grim: the gang intended to use Carlos as a bargaining chip in a massive drug deal. Failure was not an option.
The office became a hive of activity as they coordinated with law enforcement. Each team member had a specific role, and they communicated constantly to ensure every detail was covered. Ethan remained anxious; his sharp mind couldn't help but meddling into law enforcement efforts even as his body struggled to keep up.
As the day of the deal approached, tensions ran high. Mark placed a reassuring hand on Ethan's shoulder. "We'll get him back, Ethan. You've done everything you can. Let them work."
Ethan watched as his team left the office, their faces set with determination. He felt a mix of pride and anxiety, knowing the risks they were taking.
As he sat back down at his desk, Ethan's mind continued to race. He reviewed the plan over and over, looking for any potential flaws. The weight of responsibility pressed heavily on him, but he refused to let it break him.
The Operation
On the night of the deal, the team moved in swiftly. A fierce confrontation ensued, but they managed to rescue Carlos and apprehend several gang members. The mastermind, however, remained elusive. Ethan watched the operation unfold from his computer, his heart in his throat. When the call came through that Carlos was safe, he finally allowed himself to breathe.
Jack's Departure
On the way out, Jack whispered an apology to Ethan for not being able to return to the penthouse. His elderly mother needed help for a couple of days, and he had to prioritize her care. "I'm really sorry, Ethan. My mother needs me right now, and I can't leave her alone."
Ethan, understanding Jack's predicament, nodded. "It's okay, Jack. Family comes first. Don't worry about me."
Jack hesitated, his sense of duty conflicting with his personal obligations. "I wanted to tell Mark to get a replacement for me, but I didn't have the chance."
Ethan shook his head, a reassuring smile on his face. "There's no need for that. I'll be okay."
Jack glanced at Ethan with concern. "Are you sure? I don't feel right leaving you like this."
Ethan placed a hand on Jack's shoulder. "I'll manage. Go take care of your mother."
Reluctantly, Jack agreed. He cared about Ethan, and he couldn't shake the feeling of leaving him in a vulnerable state. As he walked away, he secretly hoped that this situation might bring Ethan and Ivy closer together, allowing them to advance their relationship.
Before leaving, Jack turned to Ethan and said, "Take care, Ethan. And if you need anything, call me."
"I will," Ethan promised, his voice filled with determination.
Jack nodded, his expression softening. "Thank you. I'll be back as soon as I can."
With that, Jack left, his mind still preoccupied with concerns for Ethan. Despite his worries, he held onto the hope that this time alone might be exactly what Ethan and Ivy needed to realize the depth of their feelings for each other.
Ethan Returns
Ethan returned to the penthouse, utterly exhausted. The physical and emotional strain of the past few days had taken its toll. His leg ached from overexertion, and his mind was clouded with exhaustion. But there was a sense of relief knowing that Carlos was safe.
As he entered the penthouse, he saw Ivy in the kitchen preparing something. Her face brightened with concern and relief as she saw him. "Ethan, are you okay? How did everything go?"
Ethan sank into the nearest chair, leaning his crutches against the wall. "Carlos is safe. The operation went off without a hitch, thanks to Mark, Jason, and the law enforcement team. But I'm exhausted, Ivy."
Ivy approached him, her eyes filled with empathy. "I can only imagine. You've been through so much. Is Jack still at the office, Ethan?"
Ethan hesitated to tell Ivy that Jack wouldn't be coming for the next couple of days, worried that Ivy might feel uncomfortable being alone with him at the penthouse. "Jack is taking personal leave for a couple of days to take care of his elderly mother," he quickly responded.
When Ivy responded by asking if it would be safe for her to return to her dorm, Ethan hesitated, his thoughts racing. The last thing he wanted was for Ivy to leave. Her presence had been a source of comfort and strength during these difficult times. He looked up at her, his expression conflicted. "Ivy, would you be more comfortable staying here? I mean, you can have your own space, and it's just... safer."
Ivy bit her lip, clearly torn. "Ethan, it's not that I don't appreciate the offer. It's just... I don't know what this means for us. And I'm worried about what my friends at the office might think."
Ethan frowned slightly. "Ivy, I couldn't care less about what the staff thinks. I'm the boss, and their opinions about my personal life are irrelevant. Your safety and well-being are what matter to me."
Ivy took a deep breath, surprised by Ethan's strong response. She weighed her options, the thought of staying at Ethan's place was both comforting and daunting. She enjoyed being close to him, especially at this time when Ethan needed help with Jack not around, but she was also unsure about the implications for their relationship and how it might affect her professional life, especially with Mark and his family.
"I need some time to think about it," Ivy finally said. "It's a big decision, and I want to make sure I'm doing what's best for both of us."
Ethan reached out and took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Take all the time you need, Ivy. I just want you to feel safe and comfortable. Whatever you decide, I'll support you."
Ivy nodded, appreciating his understanding. "Thank you, Ethan. I'll think about it."
A Moment of Vulnerability
As the night wore on, Ethan found himself struggling with basic tasks. The exertion of the day had left him even less mobile than usual. He made his way to his bedroom, wincing with each step. Once there, he sat on the edge of his bed, trying to muster the energy to change into more comfortable clothes.
Ethan left the door ajar, allowing observant Ivy to notice his struggle. She approached quietly, her heart aching at the sight of his pain. Without a word, she knelt down and began to help him remove his shoes and socks. Ethan tensed at first, hating that she had to take care of him, but he didn't stop her.
"I'm sorry," Ethan murmured, his voice strained. "I hate being like this."
"Don't apologize, Ethan," Ivy replied softly. "Let me help you."
She carefully helped him out of his pants, making sure to move gently to avoid causing him more pain. Ethan winced with every small movement, his frustration growing. He despised feeling so helpless, and it was even harder knowing that Ivy had to see him this way.
Once she had removed his pants, Ivy helped him change into more comfortable clothes for sleeping. Her hands were gentle, but Ethan couldn't help but feel a mix of gratitude and resentment—grateful for her help, but resentful of his own neediness.
Ivy could see the turmoil in his eyes. She finished helping him and stepped back, her voice soft and reassuring. "Is there anything else you need?"
Ethan shook his head, his exhaustion evident. "No, that's all. Thank you, Ivy."
Feeling embarrassed, Ethan whispered, "Ivy, I didn't ask you to stay because Jack isn't here, and I needed you to replace him to care for me."
Ivy managed a small smile, her heart heavy. "I know. Get some rest, Ethan. You need it."
A Difficult Decision
The next morning, Ivy found herself still torn about what to do. She cared deeply for Ethan and wanted to be there for him, but she was also worried about how their arrangement might be perceived by her colleagues, especially Mark and his family. The last thing she wanted was to be judged as a gold digger. Ivy was determined to advance on her own merit and didn't want to jeopardize Ethan's reputation or their professional relationship.
As Ethan rested, she took a walk to clear her mind. The park near the penthouse was quiet, the morning air cool and crisp. She thought about the moments they had shared, the challenges they had faced together, and the undeniable bond that had formed between them.
But the uncertainty of their relationship loomed large. Ivy knew that staying with Ethan might complicate things at work. She feared becoming a subject of gossip or, worse, causing friction within the firm. She could imagine the whispers and sideways glances from colleagues who might think she was taking advantage of Ethan's vulnerable state. She worried about Mark's suspicions, knowing that he had always been protective of Ethan.
Ivy also considered Ethan's family. They had always been supportive of him, but she worried about how they might perceive her. Would they think she was using Ethan's situation to get closer to him? The thought made her stomach turn. Ivy prided herself on her independence and her hard work. She didn't want anyone to think she was anything less than a capable, dedicated professional.
As she walked through the park, Ivy thought about the balance she had to strike. She wanted to be there for Ethan, to support him through his recovery, but she also wanted to maintain her own integrity and reputation. It was a difficult decision, and she felt the weight of it pressing down on her.
Ivy came in as Ethan was getting ready for the office in his bedroom. Through the ajar door, her eyes saw him struggle to get dressed, Ivy quickly came to his aid, helping him with his suit. Her fingers deftly adjusted the collar and smoothed out the wrinkles. When she reached to adjust his tie, Ethan felt a surge of emotion he couldn't hold back any longer. He hooked his arm around her waist, pulling her slightly closer.
"Ivy," he asked quietly, his voice filled with a mixture of vulnerability and longing, "Can I kiss you?"
Ivy looked at Ethan shyly, her heart pounding in her chest. She simply nodded, allowing Ethan to come closer. Their kiss was soft, gentle, and delicate. They both savored the moment, their lips lingering together in a tender embrace. The world outside ceased to exist for those few precious seconds.
Ethan's leg suddenly gave out, breaking the kiss. Ivy quickly helped him sit on the edge of his bed. They continued to gaze into each other's eyes, the unspoken feelings hanging in the air.
Quietly, Ivy continued adjusting Ethan's suit and tie, her hands caressing his head with love and admiration. Ethan, still processing the moment, was unable to mutter any words.
"Ethan, let me get you some water for your meds," Ivy broke the silence, her voice soft and caring.
Ethan gave a quick cough, gaining his composure. "Thanks, Ivy."
Almost simultaneously, there was a knock on the door. Rob's voice came from the other side. "Mr. Caldwell, I'm ready to take you to work."
Ethan quickly gathered his files and laptop, handing them to Rob as he limped out the door. Ivy, still stunned by the intimacy they had shared, returned to her room to get dressed. She decided to go to the office separately from Ethan, needing some time to process her own feelings.
At the Office
Ethan buried himself in work, diving into meetings and discussions with his associates. He left no time for himself to think about what had happened in his bedroom with Ivy. Yet, no matter how much he tried to focus on his tasks, the memory of their kiss kept resurfacing.
He wondered what Ivy thought about the kiss. Was it just a fleeting moment for her, or did it mean something more? He found himself distracted, glancing at his office door, hoping to catch a glimpse of her.
Ivy, on the other hand, was trying to maintain her professional demeanor. She kept her distance from Ethan, addressing him as "Mr. Caldwell" when necessary. But her thoughts were in turmoil. The kiss had awakened feelings she had tried to suppress, and she couldn't deny the connection she felt with Ethan.
As the day went on, the tension between them grew. They exchanged glances across the office, each one filled with unspoken words and emotions. Ivy wondered if Ethan regretted the kiss, while Ethan was anxious about what Ivy was thinking.
Afternoon
During a brief lull in his schedule, Ethan found himself alone in his office. He replayed the morning's events in his mind, his heart racing. He decided he needed to talk to Ivy, to understand her feelings Not able to hold his feelings anymore, Ethan made an unusual decision. He left his office and limped over to the section where the junior staff, including Ivy, worked. This part of the office was a world away from the senior partners' corner, filled with bustling activity and the hum of focused work. As soon as Ethan appeared, the area fell silent, and all eyes turned to him. No senior partner ever came to this part of the office without a very good reason.
Ivy looked up, her heart pounding. She quickly stood up, her face a mix of surprise and discomfort. "Anything I can help you with, Mr. Caldwell?" she asked respectfully, trying to maintain her composure.
Ethan gave her a small nod and a smile. "Please come by my office before you leave the office today."
Without waiting for a response, Ethan turned and left, nodding and smiling at Ivy's colleagues. The office buzzed with whispers of confusion and speculation the moment he was out of earshot. Ivy sat back down at her cubicle, her mind racing. She could hear the hushed conversations around her but tried to focus on her work.
As the day dragged on, Ivy found it increasingly difficult to concentrate. Her thoughts kept drifting back to Ethan's visit and the unspoken tension between them. She wondered what he wanted to discuss and why he had chosen such a public way to summon her.
Finally, it was time. Ivy gathered her things and made her way to Ethan's office. She knocked softly.
"Come in," Ethan responded.
She entered, finding Ethan sitting in his large office chair, looking slightly uncomfortable. She wondered if his leg was causing him unbearable pain, but she said nothing.
"Ivy," Ethan began, his voice gentle yet firm, "let's get home together. Please give me 15 minutes to finish up this document."
Ivy hesitated, then spoke up. "Ethan, umm, Mr. Caldwell," she quickly corrected herself, "I still need to finish a couple of things for Henry. I can get home by myself. We can talk when I get there if you don't mind."
Ethan sighed, his frustration evident. "If you are worried about cheap office gossip, please know that I don't care about what the staff thinks about me, Ivy. You don't need to take the bus home. Fine, I'll get Rob to pick you up when you're ready."
"Thank you, Ethan, but please, I can take care of myself. I am grateful for the offer, but I can't accept. We can talk at home, please."
Ethan reluctantly agreed, his expression a mix of concern and resignation. "Please be home soon. I'll order us some Chinese."
Ivy nodded and left the office, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions. She could still hear the whispers and feel the curious eyes of her colleagues as she made her way back to her desk. She tried to focus on her work, but her mind kept returning to Ethan and the complicated feelings between them.
Later that evening, Ivy arrived at the penthouse, feeling the day's weight pressing down on her. She found Ethan sitting down at the dining table. When he saw Ivy, he quickly stood up, leaning on his crutches for support.
"Ivy, I need you to know that the kiss…" Ethan began, his voice trembling slightly.
Ivy's eyes softened, and she took a step closer to him. "Ethan..."
"Please don't fall for me, Ivy," Ethan continued before Ivy could say a word, his voice earnest and filled with emotion.
Ivy froze, her heart aching at his words. "What do you mean, Ethan?"
Ethan looked down, his grip tightening on the crutches. "Ivy, my health is a ticking time bomb. I will not become your burden. I don't want you to have to go through that."
Ivy's eyes filled with tears, but she held them back, her voice steady. "Ethan, what do you mean by ticking time bomb? You are getting better every day, Ethan. You simply can't just decide for me what's best."
Ethan shook his head, evading her question, with pained expression he responded, " Ivy, you deserve someone who can give you a future, not uncertainty and fear."
Ivy stepped closer, her voice firm. "Ethan, I think I am in love with you. But I'm worried about what people will think, how it might affect your career. I don't want to be the reason people look down on you."
Ethan's resolve wavered, but he remained silent, his mind racing with fears and doubts. Ivy could see the turmoil in his eyes, and it broke her heart.
They stood there in silence, the weight of their emotions pressing down on them. The bond between them was undeniable, but the path forward was fraught with uncertainty and fear. The challenges ahead seemed insurmountable, and neither of them knew how to navigate the complexities of their feelings.
They stood there in silence, the weight of their emotions pressing down on them. The bond between them was undeniable, but the path forward was fraught with uncertainty and fear. The challenges ahead seemed insurmountable, and neither of them knew how to navigate the complexities of their feelings.
Ethan sighed, the weight of their situation pressing down on him. "I don't care about what people think, Ivy. I just want you to be safe and happy."
They stood there, the silence between them filled with unspoken emotions. The bond between them was undeniable, but the path forward was fraught with uncertainty and fear. The challenges ahead seemed insurmountable, and neither of them knew how to navigate the complexities of their feelings. Ethan's mind raced with thoughts of his own health. He wanted so badly to profess his love to Ivy, but he was terrified of burdening her with the sorrow of possibly losing a husband at such a young age. The idea of leaving her alone, heartbroken, haunted him.
Ivy, meanwhile, was lost in her own thoughts. She was worried about the office gossip and how it might affect Ethan's reputation. She didn't care about her own reputation as much as she cared about protecting Ethan's image. She feared people would see her as a gold digger, tarnishing Ethan's standing in the eyes of others.
A Restless Night
That night, Ivy went to Ethan's bedroom, silently preparing his night clothes, laying out his medicine, and standing in the corner waiting for Ethan's cue to allow her to help him with his night routine. Ethan, seeing her standing there so patiently, felt a pang of guilt mixed with gratitude.
"Ivy, you don't have to do this," he said softly, his voice breaking the silence.
"I want to, Ethan," she replied, her tone gentle yet firm. "Let me help you."
Ethan nodded, too exhausted to argue. Ivy moved towards him, her hands gentle and efficient as she helped him change into his night clothes. The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, and Ethan couldn't help but feel a deep sense of vulnerability.
As Ivy finished, she handed him his medicine and a glass of water. "Here you go," she said softly.
Ethan took them, his eyes meeting hers with a mix of gratitude and sorrow. "Thank you, Ivy."
She nodded, stepping back to give him some space. "I'll be in my room if you need anything."
Ethan watched her go, his heart heavy with unspoken words. He wanted to tell her how much she meant to him, but the fear of burdening her held him back.
After helping Ethan with his clothes and medicine, Ivy remembered the simple therapy exercises that Jack had asked her to perform to ensure Ethan's muscles didn't continue to atrophy. She went back to his room and approached him gently. "Jack mentioned we need to do some motion range exercises. Can we do them now?"
Ethan nodded, though the prospect of the pain made him wince. "Alright."
Ivy gently began to guide Ethan through the exercises, her movements careful and slow. Each time Ethan stifled a cry of pain, her heart ached for him. She could see the strain on his face, the effort it took for him to endure the discomfort.
"I'm sorry," Ethan murmured, his voice tight with pain.
"Don't be," Ivy replied, her tone soothing. "You're doing great. Just a little more."
She continued the exercises, her hands steady as she helped Ethan move his leg and maintain flexibility. The silence between them was filled with unspoken emotions, the bond between them growing stronger with each passing moment.
When they finally finished, Ethan was exhausted, his body trembling from the effort. Ivy helped him back to his bed, her touch gentle and reassuring.
"Thank you, Ivy," Ethan said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Good night, Ethan," Ivy replied, her voice filled with compassion.
In her room, Ivy lay awake, staring at the ceiling. She replayed the day's events in her mind, the weight of their situation pressing down on her. She loved Ethan, but the future seemed so uncertain, and she didn't know how to navigate the complexities of their feelings.
Ethan, too, lay awake, staring at the ceiling of his bedroom. He was torn between his love for Ivy and his fears for her future. He didn't want to rob her of happiness, of a life without the shadow of his illness hanging over them.
The night dragged on, both of them lost in their thoughts, the silence between them filled with unspoken emotions. The future was uncertain, and the obstacles they faced loomed larger than ever.
An Unspoken Bond
Ethan woke up with a renewed sense of determination. The previous night's emotions still lingered, but he knew he had to regain his independence. When Ivy entered his room to help him with his morning routine, he gently but firmly insisted, "Ivy, I can do it."
Ivy looked at him with concern. "Ethan, are you sure? I don't mind helping."
"I appreciate it, but I'm fine," Ethan replied, his tone resolute.
Reluctantly, Ivy nodded. "Okay, but if you need anything, please let me know."
Ethan managed to get dressed with difficulty, each movement reminding him of his limitations. Despite the pain, he felt a small sense of accomplishment. He made his way to the kitchen, where Ivy had prepared breakfast.
"Thank you, Ivy," he said, taking a seat. "I'll see you at the office."
At the Office
The day started with the usual buzz of activity. Ethan immersed himself in work, meeting with clients and reviewing case files. He was determined to prove to himself that he could still function effectively.
In the late morning, Ethan had an appointment with a new client, Thomas Bennett, a high-net-worth individual seeking a divorce. Thomas was a tall, imposing man in his late fifties, visibly stressed and agitated.
"Ethan Caldwell," Thomas said, shaking Ethan's hand firmly. "I need your help. My wife and I have been married for 30 years. We have two adult children, and now we're getting divorced. My wife wants to take everything, and I won't let her."
Ethan listened carefully, noting the complexities of the case. "I understand, Mr. Bennett. Divorce cases, especially after such a long marriage, can be very challenging. We'll work to protect your interests and find a fair resolution."
Thomas nodded, relief evident in his eyes. "Thank you, Ethan. I trust you'll handle this with the utmost care."
As they delved deeper into the details, Ethan couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Thomas was evasive about certain aspects of his relationship with his wife and seemed reluctant to discuss the reasons behind the divorce.
"So, Mr. Bennett, can you provide more context on why your wife wants to take everything? Has there been any recent development in your relationship?" Ethan probed gently.
Thomas shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "We've just grown apart over the years. It's been difficult, and she's very bitter. That's all there is to it."
Ethan maintained his professional demeanor, though his mind was racing. "And how did your wife find out about your desire for the divorce?"
Thomas's eyes flickered with a hint of nervousness. "She had her suspicions, and we've had some disagreements. You know how these things go."
Ethan nodded, keeping his poker face intact. "Understood. We'll need to review any evidence she might have. It will be crucial for our defense."
Thomas seemed relieved that Ethan didn't press further. "Of course. I'll get you everything you need."
As the meeting concluded, Ethan couldn't shake the feeling that Thomas was hiding something significant. He made a mental note to dig deeper into the case, ensuring that no stone was left unturned.
After the meeting with Thomas, Ethan was back at his desk when Mark entered his office. Mark's expression was serious as he took a seat across from Ethan.
"Ethan, we need to talk about Ivy," Mark began, his voice steady but filled with concern.
Ethan looked up from his work, meeting his brother's gaze. He knew this conversation was inevitable and had been dreading it. "What about Ivy?" Ethan asked, trying to keep his tone neutral.
Mark leaned forward, his hands clasped together. "I've noticed how close you two have become. I just want to make sure you're not getting hurt, Ethan. You know how protective I am of you."
Ethan sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Mark, Ivy is not taking advantage of me, if that's what you are talking about. In fact, she helps me more than she needs to. She's been a tremendous support through all of this."
Mark nodded slowly, absorbing Ethan's words. "I can see that she cares about you, but I still have my reservations. She's young, and you're in a vulnerable state. I want to make sure she's not just with you out of pity or for any other reason."
Ethan's expression hardened as he looked at his brother. "I understand your concerns, Mark. But Ivy is genuine. She doesn't have any hidden agenda. She's just... kind and compassionate."
Mark sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I want what's best for you, Ethan. You need someone who can support you emotionally and physically. You've been through so much, and you deserve to be with someone who truly cares about you."
Ethan's jaw tightened, his eyes showing a flash of defiance. "Don't worry. I won't date Ivy or anyone else because of my uncertain future. It's not fair to her or to anyone. She deserves better than a life filled with uncertainty and the possibility of losing me."
Mark studied Ethan for a moment before speaking again. "But what if she wants to be with you, despite everything? You can't just decide for her."
Ethan shook his head, his eyes filled with pain. "I can't do that to her, Mark. I don't want to burden her with my health issues. I'm not worthy of love when I can't even promise a stable future."
Mark placed a reassuring hand on his brother's shoulder. "I understand, Ethan. I just want you to be happy and well-supported. If Ivy is the person who can give you that, then I will trust your judgment. But please, be careful. You know how fragile things can be."
Ethan nodded, feeling a mixture of gratitude and sadness. "Thanks, Mark. I appreciate your concern."
Mark stood up, giving Ethan a small, supportive smile. "Alright, brother. I'll see you later."
As Mark left the office, Ethan felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him. The conversation had taken a toll, adding to the already overwhelming weight of his responsibilities and emotions. He knew he had to find a way to navigate his relationship with Ivy without letting his fears dictate his actions.
As the workday came to a close, Ethan made his way to Ivy's desk, expecting to see her there. To his surprise, her desk was empty. He pulled out his phone and texted her.
"Where are you, Ivy?"
A few moments later, her response came through. "I decided to return to my dorm for the night. I need some time to think."
Ethan felt a pang of hurt but hid it behind a simple reply. "See you tomorrow."
Ivy knowing that Jack would be returning that night decided to return to her dorm that night. She purposefully didn't tell Ethan because she knew he would try to convince her to come back to the penthouse. Ivy felt the need for some space to sort out her feelings and the dynamics of their relationship.
Back at the Penthouse
That night, Jack returned to the penthouse. He found Ethan sitting in the living room, looking more exhausted than usual.
"Hey, Ethan," Jack greeted, his voice filled with concern. "How have you been holding up?"
Ethan managed a weak smile. " I'm managing."
Jack sat down next to Ethan. "Ivy told me about everything she's been helping with. She's a good one, Ethan."
Ethan nodded; his eyes filled with unspoken emotions. "I know Jack, I know."
Jack sighed, understanding the weight of Ethan's words. "You deserve to be happy, Ethan. Don't push away the people who care about you."
Ethan looked away, his heart heavy with doubt. "It's complicated."
That night, Ethan went to bed early, feeling the weight of his emotions pressing down on him. He was grateful for Jack's support, but the absence of Ivy and the unresolved feelings between them left him feeling more depressed and alone than ever. As he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, he wondered how long he could keep pushing people away before it all became too much to bear.
Back at the Dorm
Returning to her dorm felt strange. It had been a while since she had spent the night there. As she settled in, her thoughts were consumed by Ethan. She cared deeply for him, but the uncertainty of his health and the complexity of their relationship made everything so difficult.
She replayed their interactions in her mind, trying to make sense of it all. She loved him, that much she knew. But she also knew that Ethan was struggling with his own demons. He was defiant towards Mark's advice, insisting that he wasn't worthy of love because of his health issues.
Ivy's phone buzzed again. It was a message from Jack.
"Hey Ivy, I just got back. How are you holding up?"
She smiled slightly at Jack's concern. "I'm okay, Jack. Just needed some time to think."
Jack's reply was quick. "I understand. Take all the time you need. Ethan's resting now. He misses you, even if he won't admit it."
Ivy felt a lump in her throat. She missed Ethan too. She missed being there for him, helping him through his daily struggles. But she also knew she needed to protect her own heart.
A Restless Night
That night, Ivy lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions. She knew that Ethan was pushing her away because he didn't want to burden her with his health issues. But she wished he could see that she was willing to face those challenges with him.
She loved him, and she was willing to fight for their relationship. But she couldn't do it alone. She needed Ethan to let her in, to trust that she could handle whatever came their way.
As the night dragged on, Ivy's mind was filled with doubts and fears. She wanted to be with Ethan, but the path ahead seemed so uncertain. She didn't know how to navigate the complexities of their feelings, and the weight of it all felt overwhelming.
Eventually, exhaustion overtook her, and she drifted into a restless sleep, her dreams filled with images of Ethan and the unresolved emotions between them.
Morning
The office buzzed with its usual energy as Ethan buried himself in the complexities of Thomas Bennett's divorce case. He had been busy all week, meetings and paperwork consuming his every moment. Yet, despite the flurry of activity, his thoughts constantly drifted to Ivy. Her absence weighed heavily on him, and he found himself longing for her presence.
Ethan tried to focus on the task at hand, but the emptiness in his heart was hard to ignore. He missed Ivy terribly, her warmth, her kindness, and the way she always seemed to know what he needed. Despite his best efforts to stay away, his love for her kept drawing him back.
Afternoon
At lunch, Ethan couldn't take it anymore. He limped through the office, heading towards Ivy's cubicle. His heart raced as he approached, the familiar ache in his leg nothing compared to the longing in his heart. He saw her, focused on her work, and his resolve wavered.
"Ivy," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "Please come by my office at 2 today. I need Mr. Bennett's file, please."
Ivy looked up, surprised to see him. "Will do, Mr. Caldwell."
Her colleagues exchanged confused glances. It was unusual for a senior partner to come down to their area, especially when he could have easily asked his secretary or sent an email. But they remained silent, not daring to question the unusual sight.
Exactly at 2, Ivy knocked softly on Ethan's door before entering, the files in her hands. "Mr. Caldwell, the files you requested."
Ethan looked up from his desk, his eyes softening as they met hers. "Ivy, did I scare you?"
Ivy froze, caught off guard by the question. "With what, Ethan?" she asked, genuinely confused.
"About me showing up at your cubicle," he clarified, his voice tinged with vulnerability.
"Ah... perhaps it was more awkward than anything, Ethan. I don't want people to think differently about you. You are the senior partner, and I am just a junior staff member," Ivy replied, her tone cautious.
Ethan sighed; frustration evident in his eyes. "Ivy, please come back to the penthouse tonight. You will be more comfortable there than in your small dormitory room. Please."
Ivy felt her heart skip a beat. "Ethan, I really love you and thank you for your offer. But I need time to think. I am falling for you harder, and being close to you makes it harder for me, Ethan."
Ethan's expression softened, a mix of pain and understanding in his eyes. "I understand, Ivy."
Ivy took a deep breath, trying to steady her emotions. "Ethan, we both need to figure out what we want and how to move forward without complicating things further. I need time."
Ethan nodded, though the hurt was evident on his face. "I really understand, Ivy. Thanks for the files."
Ivy managed a small smile, her heart aching. "Thank you, Ethan. I'll see you tomorrow."
As Ivy left his office, Ethan felt a wave of loneliness wash over him. He knew he had to respect her need for space, but it didn't make the longing any easier to bear.
Evening
That evening, Ethan found himself alone in the penthouse. The silence was deafening, the emptiness of space a stark contrast to the warmth Ivy brought. He thought about their conversation, her words replaying in his mind.
He knew he had to give her time, but his heart ached with the need to be close to her. He missed her presence, her touch, and the way she made him feel alive even in the darkest moments.
Ethan sat by the window, staring out at the city lights, his thoughts consumed by Ivy. He wanted to tell her everything, to lay his heart bare, but he feared pushing her away even more. The uncertainty of his health and the complexity of their feelings made everything so difficult.
As the night wore on, Ethan's mind raced with thoughts of Ivy. He knew he had to be patient, but the longing in his heart made it hard to wait. He hoped that, in time, they would find a way to be together, despite the challenges they faced.
Ethan sat in his bedroom, the dim light of the lamp casting a soft glow over the pages of the book he was reading. The silence of the penthouse was almost deafening, a stark contrast to the bustling energy of the office and the constant hum of his thoughts. He missed Ivy terribly, her absence a constant ache in his heart. He had tried to focus on work, to drown out the longing, but nothing seemed to fill the void she left behind.
It was around 10 PM when he heard the faint sound of the front door opening. He looked up, his heart racing. Ivy? But he hadn't expected her, hadn't heard from her since their conversation earlier in the day.
Ivy entered the penthouse, her heart pounding with a mix of determination and nervousness. She had kept a key to Ethan's place, a silent agreement between them for emergencies. She quietly made her way to his bedroom, the familiar path calming her nerves.
As she entered the room, she saw Ethan lying on the bed, engrossed in his book. Without a word, she slipped into the bed beside him, her presence startling him slightly. Before he could react, she leaned in and began kissing him gently.
Ethan was taken aback at first, his mind racing with surprise and longing. "Ivy...?" he whispered, his voice filled with both confusion and desire. But then he felt her warmth, her determination, and he couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed her close, pulling her into a passionate kiss.
their kisses grew more intense, fueled by the pent-up emotions and longing they had both been feeling. Ethan was amazed at how gentle Ivy was, how carefully she moved around him, making sure not to strain his injured leg. Her tenderness, her love, made his heart swell with emotion.
As they continued, their passion and desire for each other overcame any lingering doubts or fears. That night, they consummated their relationship for the first time, their connection deepening in ways they had both longed for but never fully realized until now.
Ethan was surprised at how gentle Ivy moved around him, making sure that his leg was not threatened. She seemed to know exactly how to touch him, how to make him feel loved and cherished despite his vulnerabilities.
Their intimacy was filled with whispered words of love and tender touches, each moment more profound than the last. They embraced their connection fully, letting go of the fears and uncertainties that had kept them apart.
Afterward, they lay in each other's arms, the warmth of their bodies mingling in the quiet of the night. Ivy rested her head on Ethan's chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
"I love you, Ivy," Ethan whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "More than I can ever say."
"I love you too, Ethan," Ivy replied softly, her fingers tracing gentle patterns on his skin. "And I want to be here for you, no matter what."
Ethan held her close, his heart filled with a mixture of joy and sadness. He wants her so bad, at the same time he is scared of letting her into his uncertain future. But, for that moment, he allowed himself to drift into a comfortable slumber, her head rested in his chest.
The Next Morning
Ethan woke up to the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains. Ivy was still asleep beside him, her presence a comforting reminder that he wasn't alone. He watched her for a moment, enjoying the moment.
His leg betrayed that rare peaceful moment, as the ache came with a vengeance. He tried to carefully got out of bed, trying not to wake her, trying to relief his pain. Despite the effort, his movement awoken Ivy.
Ivy jolted out of her bed and saw Ethan's obvious discomfort. She quickly helped him manage his pain. Her care was meticulous and tender, her fingers careful as she adjusted his leg to a more comfortable position. The quiet of the morning was filled only with the soft sounds of their movements and the occasional murmur of reassurance from Ivy.
"Ethan, you really should consider taking a day off. You need to rest," Ivy insisted gently, after making sure he was as comfortable as possible with his medication and positioning.
Ethan looked at her, torn between his responsibilities and the pain that was all too evident. "Ivy, I have so many things to handle at the office. I can't just take off," he replied, his voice strained not just from pain but also from the burden of his duties.
Ivy's expression softened, her disappointment visible, yet she understood the depth of Ethan's commitment to his work. "I know, I just worry about you," she admitted, sitting down beside him on the bed. She reached out to touch his hand, her touch conveying comfort.
Ethan grasped her hand, his grip conveying his appreciation, but said nothing.
There was a brief silence between them as they both considered the previous night. The intimacy they had shared was a significant step for both, yet in the light of day, the weight of what it meant for their future seemed daunting. Neither of them was quite ready to broach the subject, each lost in their thoughts about the implications for their relationship and their professional lives.
Just then, the sound of the front door announced Jack's arrival. Ethan glanced at Ivy, a silent acknowledgment passing between them that the discussion would need to wait. Ivy squeezed Ethan's hand gently before standing up to greet Jack.
As Ivy walked to the door, Ethan's thoughts raced. The realization that he needed Ivy more than he wanted to admit was becoming undeniable. Her presence had become his solace, her care his comfort. Yet, his fear of how deeply he depended on her was palpable.
Jack entered the room with his usual cheerful demeanor, breaking the morning's quiet tension. "Morning, Ethan! How are we feeling today?" he called out, already moving towards the kitchen to prepare something to eat.
Ethan forced a smile, appreciating Jack's unrelenting positivity. "We've been better, Jack," he responded, trying to inject some lightness into his voice.
Ivy returned to Ethan's side after ensuring Jack was settled in. "I'll be at the office, but call me if you need anything, okay?" she said, her tone a mix of professional and personal concern.
Ethan nodded, feeling a mix of relief and regret as he watched her prepare to leave. "Thank you, Ivy. See you at the office."