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.

pen down. When he heard footsteps coming from outside, he knew that Grace had returned. The corners of his lips curled up

didn't understand what he meant by this but did not prod

Tim was here as well. She placed the tray next to Ethan before wiping the spoon several times. "Mr. Henderson, I noticed that you didn't have anything to

his gaze, and their eyes

little thoughts

again, picked up his

knew that Ethan

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

a sip of the stew. As the stew had already been reheated

sympathy. No matter how smart Grace was, Ethan

Ethan was finally willing to eat the food, she let out a

fell on the back of his neck.

of nowhere, an image flashed in her mind. She was speaking to someone.

stabbing pain in her head. She began rubbing her temples. At

Who was this "he"?

who was she speaking