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. The corners of his lips

understand what he meant by this but did

the tray next to Ethan before wiping the spoon several times.

his gaze,

little thoughts were

head once again, picked up his pen, and resumed

only one who knew that Ethan

it up. When the food became cold again, she reheated it once more, repeating this action several times. This

sip of the stew. As the stew had already been reheated several times, the taste had gone unpleasant.

was standing at the side, could tell that Ethan was happy. He looked at Grace with sympathy. No matter how smart Grace was, Ethan was far better when it came to playing these mind

to

on the back of his neck. Then, she looked

She was speaking to someone. "He's dead. Why are

she could feel a stabbing pain in her head. She began rubbing her temples. At the same

Who was this "he"?

was she speaking