Ethan Grant carried Serena Sullivan directly into the bedroom. The room wasn't lavishly decorated; it seemed simple, but the numerous paintings on the walls were evidently from renowned artists.
The old man wasn't someone consumed by a lust for money. On the contrary, he was refined and perceptive. Unfortunately, age had caught up with him, and over the years, he found himself increasingly overwhelmed by the affairs of The Sullivan Corporation.
"Serena."
On the bed, the old Mr. Sullivan called out worriedly upon seeing Ethan Grant carry Serena in. The commotion outside was so loud; there was no way he hadn't heard any of it.
The servant had already placed a chair by the bed, and Ethan Grant gently set Serena Sullivan down, helping her into the most comfortable position.
Throughout the whole process, he didn't say a word. Serena looked down at her own feet and at the shards beside the chair that hadn't been cleaned up.
"Grandfather, I'll wait outside."
