On the way back home from the cemetery, Janet could tell that Ethan’s mind was elsewhere.

He seemed to be planning something elaborate. He leaned quietly against the car window, absentmindedly looking at the passing scenery.

As soon as they entered the house, they heard the phone in the living room ringing nonstop.

Ethan shrugged off his coat and trotted over to the telephone to answer it. He still didn’t say anything, as if he was expecting the call.

After a while, it seemed that the person on the other end of the phone had finished speaking, and Ethan hung up, still without saying a word.

“Who was that? Why didn’t you say anything?” Janet asked in confusion. “Wrong number?”

“Patrick’s asking us to meet him in the Hancock Club in Barnes,” Ethan said in a low voice, his expression darkening.

Janet approached him and held his arm comfortingly. “Do you want to see him?” she asked gently.

“He came just in time. Of course I want

go see him then.” With closed eyes, Janet reached for

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the Hancock Club,

it looked quite quaint. A delicate crystal chandelier hung on the ceiling, and smoke of the burning incense wafted

on one side, while Ethan and Janet sat on

room and nobody spoke for a long

the silence. He coughed and looked around cautiously. Then he looked at Seth unhappily and asked, “Where is

asked him

all, Ritchie would’ve ruined everything

to see you so that we could clear our past misunderstandings. I know that you’ve suffered at the hands of the Lester family ever since you were a child. But from now on, I promise

cold for a moment, but he soon regained

for

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