Chapter 273

My eyes turned cold, and I spun around to leave. Seriously, I had no reason to stay. Watching people flaunt their affection? Yeah, no thanks. Most of what Grace Mills said was probably nonsense anyway—she didn't know Ronald Wright or Mr. Wright like I did. But whatever, I didn’t care. If she had the ability to get close to Ronald and he was okay with it, then that’s that. To some extent, what she said probably reflected his opinion, and if neither of them cared about me “repaying” any so-called favor, I wasn’t going to stick around pretending I owed anything. That suited me just fine. I headed straight to Jordan Bryant’s room. Right after I left, Ronald Wright pushed Grace out of his room. He looked like he’d just woken up—his sharp features tight with a frown, the corners of his eyes a bit red, his voice rough. “Grace, who told you to come in here?” The push sent her wheelchair slightly backward. A flash of chill passed through her eyes, but when she looked up at him, her expression w