Chapter 237

Half a month flew by in the blink of an eye. Henry Smith had been swamped with the company mess, barely catching any breath. He only managed to crash at home two nights a week — the rest, he practically lived at the office. And me? Honestly, I couldn’t offer much help aside from making sure he ate properly. That night, I had just gotten back, took a quick shower, changed into fresh clothes, and planned to grab some late-night snacks to take to the office — sort of a surprise visit. But as I passed by Marilyn Gray’s room, I heard muffled sobbing coming from inside. Curiosity got the better of me. I crept up quietly to her door. Her voice came out shaky, thick with emotion: “Ethan Smith, how could you do this to me? Our son’s in the middle of a crisis, and you’re out meeting up with your old flame?” The second I heard that, my brain short-circuited. In my eyes, Ethan had always been kind of meek at home, like he just went along with whatever Marilyn said. I never really got why before, b