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

didn't understand what he meant by this but did

Ethan before wiping the spoon several times. "Mr. Henderson, I noticed that you didn't have anything to eat earlier. Have some

lifted his gaze, and their

thoughts were laid

the food. He lowered his head once again, picked up his pen, and resumed reviewing the document in his

that Ethan had

to heat it up. When the food became cold again, she reheated it once more, repeating this

2:00 pm did Ethan put his pen down and pick up the spoon to take a sip of the stew. As the stew had already

looked at Grace with sympathy. No

finally willing to

the back of his neck.

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

head. She began rubbing her

Who was this "he"?

who was she