Chapter 52: Chapter 52: What exactly does Aunt want to do?

When Scarlett returned to the hospital, she found Ethan lying in bed.

Ethan quickly turned his head and flashed her a bright smile. “Auntie, you’re back.”

“Yeah.” Scarlett walked into the room, closed the door behind her, set down her handbag, and sat down beside the bed.

Ethan was startled by her demeanor. He hoped Henry hadn’t tattled on him for the earlier incident.

“Close your eyes,” Scarlett suddenly said.

“Huh?” Ethan was puzzled. He had just closed his eyes that afternoon and received a kiss on the cheek. Now this again? Still, he obediently closed his eyes.

Then there was a faint sound of fabric rustling, like someone undressing.

Ethan was confused. What was happening? But the next second, a blindfold was placed over his eyes.

“Don’t open your eyes,” Scarlett’s voice came again, emotionless.

She climbed onto the bed, lifted the covers, and slid in.

Ethan, blindfolded, felt the bed sink slightly under her weight and realized his aunt had lain down beside him.

His mind went blank.

What on earth was going on?

Was she possessed or something?

“Lie down, and don’t move,” Scarlett instructed as she lay on her side, facing him.

They lay face to face.

Scarlett took his right hand.

“Your hand is so warm,” Ethan commented, feeling her grasp and the warmth of her palm.

“Shut up!” Scarlett’s voice carried a hint of embarrassment.

“Okay.” Ethan obediently fell silent, partly because he was a bit scared. He felt guilty about the incident with Henry.

Scarlett stared at his cheek, trying to merge the face she was seeing with the one in her memories.

From the tender-faced little boy who loved to cling to her legs and act spoiled, to the gradually maturing face, to what it was today.

Though still young.

But he really had grown up.

Scarlett took his palm and slowly placed it against her cheek.

His hand had somehow grown so large that it could completely cover her cheek.

Was it really time to start treating him as an adult?

Ethan was nervous, his heart almost in knots.

He could feel the delicate touch of her cheek against his hand, but more than that, he was concerned about what his aunt was trying to do.

Feeling the soft body next to him, the gentle pressure of her breasts, and the occasional touch of her nipples against his body.

He had a strong urge to pull the beautiful woman in front of him into his embrace.

But the reality was that with his current physical condition, he actually wasn’t stronger than his aunt.

“You’ve really grown up,” Scarlett suddenly said softly.

“Huh?” Ethan was still dazed, feeling the bed lighten suddenly.

Scarlett had already left the covers, followed by the sound of her getting dressed.

“By the way, I’ve cleared things up with Henry. I won’t be doing anything foolish anymore,” Scarlett said as she pulled off his eye mask.

He saw his aunt again, dressed in her daytime clothes, looking gentle and beautiful. He thought it was a pity he hadn’t seen more of her.

“Sorry,” Ethan said, his eyes flickering with regret. He trusted that whatever decision his aunt made, it was under pressure.

“Hmm,” Scarlett chuckled, reaching out to flick his forehead lightly. “You guys are what’s most important to me. Get some sleep.”

“Oh,” Ethan lay back down, watching his aunt head to the bathroom.

He felt the warmth in the palm of his hand.

“What exactly does Aunt want to do?”

He was clear that his aunt had slipped under his covers after undressing, but then did nothing.

The whole process was baffling.

The next day came.

It was Blair’s turn to stay at the hospital.

As usual, they each did their own thing.

“I want to make money,” Ethan suddenly said.

“Want to buy something?” Blair asked casually, looking at a magazine. “I have a thousand dollars.”

“No,” Ethan shook his head. “I want to earn some money to ease Aunt’s burden.”

Blair closed his magazine and looked over.

“Aunt’s actually under a lot of pressure.” Ethan knew that Aunt agreeing to those absurd jobs with Henry was mostly due to financial issues at home.

Blair was still in school, and he was living at the hospital.

Even though the medical bills were now waived, it still put a lot of pressure on Aunt.

If he could make some money, he could also make Aunt see him as a real man to rely on, not just a boy.

“I could get a job,” Blair suggested.

“No need, it’s too slow,” Ethan shook his head. Although Blair could potentially do part-time modeling gigs given his looks.

But that would just be more trouble for Aunt.

“Live streaming is pretty hot,” Ethan said, tilting his head and self-deprecatingly adding, “but I don’t really have anything interesting to show, nor any talents. I can’t exactly perform as a paralyzed patient dancing, can I?”

“There’s still something interesting about you,” Blair glanced towards his lower body. “A midnight stream might draw a crowd.”

“Uh,” Ethan paused, hand on his chin.

Don’t say it. With his looks, doing a midnight show might actually be a quick way to make money.

In this country, erotic live streaming is indeed a thing.

“Who would be the female lead?”

“We could start with has-been actresses,” Blair casually replied. “Once you’re famous, you could get current stars.”

“Yeah, or a hospital-themed version,” Ethan lay back on his pillow, though it was all just talk.

The hospital would never allow him to host an erotic live stream from a hospital room.

“Do I really need to go into that business to make money?” Ethan tossed and turned in bed, struggling to think of other ways to earn money.

With his looks and the abilities the system gave him.

Becoming a male adult star could definitely make him a notable figure in the adult film industry.

“Let’s sleep,” Blair put down the magazine and climbed into bed.

The next day.

Scarlett came to bring him food, noticing his preoccupied look. “Is something on your mind, Ethan?”

“Huh?” Ethan was still thinking about making money, wanting Aunt to see him as important, otherwise she’d always treat him like a child, just playing house.

Scarlett held his hand, her expression serious. “Don’t worry alone. If you’re facing any difficulties, I’ll help you.”

After she spoke, she forked up a meatball and brought it to his mouth. “The doctor said you can try eating meat, taste this.”

“Ah, I’ll eat later,” Ethan was still thinking about making money.

“No, open your mouth,” Scarlett insisted, pushing the meatball into his mouth. “If you don’t eat, you won’t have any energy.”

“Mmm, not bad,” Ethan chewed, finding the meatball specially made with lots of vegetables mixed in to aid his digestion. He tried to sit up. “I’ll sit up to eat.”

“No need, just lie down,” Scarlett continued feeding him. “I used to feed you like this when you were little.”

Ethan felt awkward. What a way to be fed.

While accepting his aunt’s feeding, Ethan secretly resolved to fully shed his childish identity.

“Ah, open up for some soup.”

“Oh, okay…”