“You nearly killed us because of your arrogance,” he said coldly. “But your camera saved us.”
Then Marcus knelt before Ethan.
“I’m sorry, son. You tried to warn me.”
Emily held Ethan’s hands.
“You saved our lives. Ask for anything.”
Daniel added, “Anything at all.”
Ethan thought of his father.
“I don’t want money,” he said quietly. “Just let me fix the car and pay me for the work. I need medicine for my dad.”
Emily began to cry.
“You did all this for your father.”
Daniel shook his head.
“You’re not fixing that car today. Today you’re our guest.”
Within hours, Ethan was riding in Daniel’s car back to the poor neighborhood with a doctor already on the way.
When Ethan burst into the garage, paramedics were helping his father.
“Dad!” he cried.
Jack looked at him weakly.
“What did you do?”
“I listened to the car… just like you taught me.”
Six months later, sunlight filled the private garage at the Carter estate.
Jack, now healthy, walked around the Rolls-Royce wearing a clean mechanic’s uniform.
“Hydraulic pressure looks perfect,” he said.
Ethan slid out from beneath the car wearing his own mechanic’s coveralls.
Nearby, Marcus polished the wheels with new humility.
“Ready to start it, Ethan?” he asked.