Chapter 224

Grace walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and casually picked out a few ingredients before getting to work. But her mind kept drifting to Ed's situation. Distracted, she accidentally sliced her finger. Though it was a small cut, it still bled quite a bit. She forced herself to focus, finished cooking the rest, and then took out the bottle. With a discreet shake, she added two pills into the food. What she didn't know was that the kitchen door was custom-made. From the inside, nothing outside could be seen—but from the outside, it was nearly transparent. Every move she made was perfectly visible. Grace carried the dishes to the table and smiled at him. "Mr. Henderson, come eat," she said. Ethan closed the file in his hand slowly and maneuvered his wheelchair over. Grace set the dishes for him and ladled a bowl of soup. Ethan didn't take it. His eyes lingered on the soup, unmoving. After a few seconds, he lowered his gaze. "I hurt my hand. Feed me," he requested. Grace