Before she could finish speaking, she felt a chill on her back and turned her head to see Ethan Grant staring at her darkly.
That gaze made her heart skip a beat.
"Serena's not dead!"
Ethan replied coldly, as he walked straight through the living room to the dining table and poured himself a glass of hot water.
The surrounding air suddenly froze, as Mr. Grant, who had come over, stared at Ethan Grant. Ethan seemed no different from usual, but his heartbeat was intense, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss!
When he arrived, the words he had prepared seemed lost for the moment. Ignoring the glare from The Dowager Grant, he slowly found a seat and sat down.
"Cough cough cough!"
The smoke dispersed, and The Dowager Grant deliberately pretended to choke on it. She turned her head towards Mr. Grant, hoping he would speak.
As Mr. Grant remained silent, she had no choice but to speak herself.
