Chapter 147

Grace's eyes flicked to Ethan, but Tim was standing in the way. "Mr. Henderson, I swear I didn't mean to do it. My mind just went completely blank after drinking those three glasses." By now, Ethan was seated in his wheelchair, facing away from her. He still hadn't said a word. Grace's face turned red with frustration as she saw Tim turning to push Ethan away. "Mr. Henderson!" Finally, Ethan lifted his head. His clothes were straightened, his gaze was calm, and his voice was low. "I know you didn't mean anything by it." Grace nodded vigorously but felt like his expression had darkened even more. She stood frozen in place, helplessly watching as Ethan was wheeled away. The business partners followed, leaving one by one. The once-bustling private room now fell into a deep silence. Grace collapsed into a chair, the lingering effects of the alcohol hitting her stomach, making her feel utterly miserable. She sat there for ten minutes, only to hear footsteps approaching from outside