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.

that Grace had returned. The corners of his lips curled up for a moment. "I'd like to see

understand what he meant by this but

next to Ethan before wiping the spoon several times. "Mr. Henderson, I noticed that

lifted his gaze,

little thoughts were laid

lowered his head once again, picked up his pen, and resumed reviewing the

the only one who knew that

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

down and pick up the spoon to take a sip of the stew. As the stew had already been reheated

standing at the side, could tell that Ethan was happy. He looked at Grace with sympathy. No matter how smart Grace

willing to eat the food,

back of

She was speaking to someone.

could feel a stabbing pain in her head. She began

Who was this "he"?

who was she speaking