NovelEnglishThere were only the two of them in the room, and Simon had always hated Grace. She was pretty sure that if she
said the wrong thing, he wouldn't hesitate to pull a gun and shoot her on the spot.
She said, "Mr. Yule, would you believeif | told you | had nothing to do with Daphne's death?"
A faint smirk flickered in Simon's eyes. He lifted her chin with the end of his cigarette.
"You don't remember much about your past, do you? This isn't the first tsomeone's died because of you. The
Yule family has had enough. They've made it clear that it's tyou pay the price. So, whether you did it or
not..."
Before he could finish, someone knocked on the door.
Simon glanced over, and his eyes widened when he saw Ethan. For a second, he thought he was seeing things.
What the hell was Ethan doing here?
Ethan sat in a wheelchair, his eyes landing on the cigarette in Simon's hand, still hovering near Grace's chin.
Something about Ethan's stare made Simon uncomfortable. He quickly pulled the cigarette back and
straightened up. "Ethan... What are you doing here?"
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Ethan didn't answer and shifted his gaze to Grace.
Grace didn't flatter herself into thinking he was there for her, so she stayed put.
The room was wrapped in tension. Ethan lowered his gaze and said softly, "Cwith me."
Simon instinctively thought the words were meant for him. "Where to?"
But Ethan's gaze was on Grace. His lips parted a few times, as if searching for the right words. Then, he finally
looked away. "You. Cwith me."
Grace rose slowly, a trace of confusion in her voice. "Me?"
She walked up to him and only then noticed how pale his lips were.
"Mr. Henderson, are you alright?" she asked,
At that, even Simon's composure cracked. He quickly strode over and shoved Grace aside.
"Ethan, what's wrong? Are you feeling sick?"
But Ethan didn't take his eyes off Grace. "Let's go," he said again.
Before Grace could make sense of it, she was already in Ethan's car, sitting next
to Simon in the backseat. Up in the front seat, Tim was calmly filling them in.
"The autopsy confirms that Daphne was poisoned. We've looked into everyone she had contact with recently,
and only her boyfriend had the opportunity."
Simon said nothing. He turned to look at Ethan, who had his eyes closed, resting. Something was off. Way off.
There was no reason Ethan should get dragged into this. And everyone knew how much he hated . With
Christmas coming up and the chaos pack hin the Henderson family, he had more than enough on his plate.
He wasn't the kind of guy to stir up more trouble for himself. s
Simon opened his mouth, then closed it again. He didn't even know what to ask: But one thing was clear-if Ethan
was planning to. protect Grace Simon had better back off. He could take care of things with the Yule family
belongs to s
When the car finally pulled up in front of the Yule residence, Simon got out and
stood at the curb.
"Take care," he said flatly. "See you after Christmas."
Ethan didn't respond. The car eased away from the curb.
Simon stood in place for a moment, mulling it over. He then pulled out his phone and dialed Damien's number.
"Hey, Damien, you ever get the feeling that Ethan's kinda... into Grace?"
Before he could finish, Damien cut him off, "I've been saying that for weeks. Ethan's got it bad. She can't just die
at anyone else's hands. If she goes down, it has to be by his hand He's still hung up on what happened with his
legs. He has never let it go." s
Simon lit a cigarette and blew out a long stream of smoke. "Is that what this is?" he asked.
He lowered his gaze, and after a pause, he gave a low chuckle. "After all these years, I'm starting to realize... You
might be the slowest one in the group."
Then again, he thought that there was someone even slower than Damien.
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