From Grace''s perspective, all she could see was Ethan pondering something in


    front of the wardrobe.


    When she walked out of the bathroom, she put on a pair of fluffy slippers. She


    lowered her gaze to her toes, unsure how to start the conversation.


    At this moment, her phone rang-it was Yasmine calling. "Grace, what''s going on


    between you and Ethan? Everyone is talking about it."


    Yasmine was the one who had sent Grace the invitation card to tonight''s banquet.


    Yasmine hadn''t been there, but she knew exactly what had happened.


    Grace could hear some noise on Yasmine''s end, and with Ethan standing at the


    side, it was hard for Grace to exin. Thus, she changed the subject. "Where are


    you?"


    "I''m at The Obsidian," replied Yasmine.


    If even Yasmine, who was in The Obsidian, had heard the news-then what about


    Ed, who worked there?


    This was bad.


    Grace quickly hung up on Yasmine and rushed out of the bedroom into the


    hallway. She called Ed, but there was no answer.


    She was so anxious that her cheeks felt as though they were burning. The effects


    of the drug still hadn''t worn off. She pped her cheek hard and called Ed again,


    but he still didn''t pick up.


    Her heart raced in panic. Ed had a mental disorder and was especially sensitive


    about anything rted to Ethan. He had even threatened to jump off a cliffst


    time.


    If he had heard from someone else about Ethan and her, would he do something


    reckless out of anger? When he was fixated, there was no telling what he might


    do.


    She paced back and forth, dialing the phone repeatedly. She almost bumped into


    Ethan when he came out of the master bedroom.


    She still hadn''t exined what had happened tonight to Ethan. Distressed, she


    slowly set her phone down and decided to resolve things with Ethan first before


    going straight to find Ed.


    "Mr. Henderson, just tell me how you want me topensate you."


    Ethan maneuvered the wheelchair toward the study and replied faintly, "There''s


    no need."


    Grace stood there, feeling uneasy and guilty. "I''ll certainly make it up for you if I


    can."


    The wheelchair slowly came to a halt. He turned back to nce at her, seemingly


    considering the credibility of her words.


    She gulped. "I mean it."


    "Break up with your boyfriend."


    Her expression froze, thinking that she had misheard it. "What?"


    "Didn''t you say that you can do anything?"


    She felt as if someone had seized


    her throat, and she was unable to


    say a word. Ethan didn''t even know


    Ed, so why would he suddenly make


    such a request?


    Before this, he had even asked her to stay with Ed.


    She stood still as she watched him tilt his head slightly and support it with one


    hand, his eyes narrowed. "We''ve never met, but I dislike him."


    Once Ethan disliked someone in the business world, it marked the beginning of


    their nightmare.


    She lowered her gaze, looking


    conflicted. Aminuteter, she


    calmed down and said, "I''ll get going


    first, Mr. Henderson. I''ll try to make


    up for your loss today in other ways.


    I won''t break up with him. He can''t


    live without me."


    She uttered thest sentence in a


    very low voice. But that was simply


    her instinct-Ed was too dependent


    on her, and he was in poor health.


    He might fall apart if she were to


    leave him.


    Grace lowered her head and walked toward the staircase. After a few steps, she


    stopped and said calmly, "I''m truly sorry about what happened tonight."


    Then, she hurried downstairs. Ethan watched her back as she left, slowly raising a


    finger to wipe the lipstick mark from his lips.


    He called for Tim and instructed faintly, "Take her home."