Regret Came Too Late

As soon as she left, Tim opened the door and walked in. He stood before Ethan deferentially while his mind raced with many thoughts.

Indeed, those people were Jordan's bodyguards, and they were currently on their way back to Henderson Residence. If Ethan didn't stop them, what Grace had said would definitely reach Jordan's ears.

Tim had come in to see what Ethan was going to do. He waited in silence.

However, ten minutes had passed and Ethan was still reviewing the documents.

The sound of the pen nib across the paper was sharp and clear.

Only when Tim saw that it was about to hit the 15-minute mark did he ask

tentatively, "Mr. Henderson, should I stop them?"

Ethan's hand stopped for a moment, and his eyes flickered a few times before he returned to his calm self. He responded, "No."

"But..."

If he did not stop them, Jordan might really do something.

Sometimes, Tim had no idea what Ethan was thinking.

When he heard footsteps coming from outside, he knew that Grace had returned.

by this but did not

well. She placed the tray next to Ethan before wiping the spoon several times. "Mr. Henderson,

lifted his gaze, and their

little thoughts were laid

his head once again, picked

who knew that Ethan had

tray had cooled, so Grace went to heat it up. When the food became cold again, she

of the stew. As the stew

looked at Grace with sympathy. No matter

to eat the food,

her gaze fell on the back of his neck. Then, she looked

image flashed in her mind. She was speaking to someone. "He's

feel a stabbing pain in her head.

Who was this "he"?

who was