Chapter 320

Ethan didn’t say a word, and in the end, neither did the butler. He quietly helped Ethan change the blood-soaked gauze. Then the butler left without a sound. But just as he passed by, Clara caught a glimpse of the gauze in his hand. It was soaked in deep red, a sight that made her stomach tighten. Clara suddenly remembered the sticky sensation she’d felt in the dark—it had been that gauze, pressed against his skin, hidden under his clothes. No wonder she hadn’t noticed anything real at the time. She didn’t speak, just stood there quietly for a long moment. Then, acting like nothing happened, she calmly took the other staircase down. The butler was already in the living room. When he saw Clara, his face briefly showed surprise, but his voice remained steady. "Good evening, Miss Walton." Clara responded with a soft "Mm." The butler didn’t waste a second—he turned, ready to leave right away. But this time, Clara stopped him. "How long has Ethan been like this?" Her words were blunt and to