Chapter 153

It was already late at night when Ethan returned home. After Mr. Foster dropped him off in the living room, he took his leave. The housekeeper, just like she always did, came over to ask if he wanted a late-night snack. "We made some sweet rice dumplings today. Madam really likes them, but she didn't eat too much at dinner-worried it might upset her stomach. She even said to bring her a bowl later. Would you like one too, young master?" Ethan wasn't usually into sweet stuff, but for some reason, he changed his mind tonight. "Make two bowls. Send them upstairs." "Alright, young master. You head up first. They're pretty much ready, just need a minute." The housekeeper went into the kitchen as Ethan wheeled himself toward the elevator. But halfway there, he noticed a servant coming down the stairs with an enamel tray. From a distance, he could make out bloodstained bandages on it. "What happened?" he asked. The servant hesitated a second before replying, her face carrying a hint of unease