Chapter 228
If she didn’t know that Ethan was naturally indifferent, Grace would’ve thought he had scared her on purpose just now.
But Ethan wasn’t that cruel.
Grace rubbed her knees while muttering to herself.
Ethan wheeled past her, and she quickly followed. After today, she truly didn’t dare act recklessly in front of this man anymore-someone who could be so ruthless even to his own family.
Her gaze was a little complicated as she carefully pushed his wheelchair, recalling the disbelief in Levi’s eyes before his death.
He must never have imagined that Ethan would act so decisively, not even hesitating for a second.
Being someone like this and having no interest in women basically meant Ethan had no weaknesses.
Grace felt chilled to the bone. A person without flaws-it was no wonder he could hold his position in Druville and even make a name for himself abroad.
Back in the main hall, she noticed a few drops of blood on his leather shoes, likely from earlier.
She quickly grabbed some tissues and squatted down to wipe them clean.
Ethan watched her submissive and obedient movements, knowing she was trying to win his favor.
She had always been this way-adaptable and clever.
He said nothing.
Grace tossed the tissues into the trash and straightened up. “Um… Mr. Henderson, I’ll head out now.”
“Leaving already? You dragged Levi here with such fanfare. Didn’t you think someone from the Henderson family might notice?”
Grace’s expression immediately settled into a calm one. “That’s because I knew you’d handle it.”
If Ethan could remain firmly rooted in the Henderson family all these years, he must’ve avoided countless assassination attempts. The people under his command were experts at cleaning up messes.
Ethan smoothed the crease on his sleeve. “Why should I clean it up for you?”
“It’s for your own sake. Levi is a direct descendant of the Henderson family. If he disappears, Mr. Henderson Senior will definitely search for him high and low.
“When they trace things back to me, I won’t survive the Henderson family’s interrogation. When that happens, I’ll end up revealing everything about you.”
Grace scratched her cheek lightly and continued calmly, “Or you could just deal with me now. For you, it would be as easy as snapping your fingers. But even if you kill me, you’ll still have to clean up the rest of the evidence. There’s no need to waste my life. I can still be of use to you.”
Ethan’s gaze lingered on her for a long time before shifting away. The faintest sign of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
She sure had a silver tongue.
“Go home,” he instructed.
When Grace got back into her car, her entire back was soaked in cold sweat.
She leaned back against the seat, panting, and grabbed a tissue to wipe the sweat from her forehead.
Her impression of Ethan had changed completely today. She used to think he was heavily protected, and all the bloody matters were handled by those around him.
She never imagined he would kill someone himself so easily, even when that person was his family.
If Yancey ever tried to scheme against him, would Ethan also pull the trigger without a second thought?
Did human emotions even exist or mean anything to Ethan?
Quentin had been right all along-Ethan was a perfect machine.
He spared her simply because she was still useful.
Grace’s feelings were complicated.
She was
that
more certain now than
and Ethan were
Completely different work over
It was no wonder she instinctively showed him respect and never dared cross the
line.
Now she understood-Ethan had climbed to where he was by stepping over
corpses and experiencing countless bloodshed.
He was like a god, the ultimate ruler who was untouched by anything.
People like him were terrifying.
Grace sat in her car for half an hour trying to calm down, a bit impressed with her own wit earlier.
If she had panicked earlier and run away after seeing Levi crawling, she’d
probably be the one to die before Levi.
People like Ethan didn’t like cowards.
He was elegant and cold-blooded, a
bottomless abyss. Thus, he
expected those beside him to be
similarly dark and composed.
Her kick to Levi’s head, knocking out a few teeth, was her way of telling Ethan
they were the same kind of people.
Her palms were drenched with sweat as she gripped the steering wheel.
It wasn’t until after a shower at home that she finally calmed down, only to see a new message from Ed.
“I’m sick.”
Not just sick, but he was probably sulking too.
Frustrated and annoyed, Grace couldn’t help but call him.
“Even if you’re mad, you’re not allowed to ignore my calls! Do you know how worried I was?”
“I like seeing you worry about me.”
His voice was low and soft, like always. He spoke in a lazy tone, laced with a hint
of spoiled affection.
In that moment, all of Grace’s anger vanished. After all, the real issue was that he lacked a sense of security.