Chapter 495

Grace sat there in a daze, hugging her knees and staring blankly into the vast space beyond the gates. Meanwhile, inside the villa, Ethan crouched down and slowly picked up the shattered pieces of the vase. However, it was too broken, with some fragments reduced to powder. There was no fixing it. It was much like the relationship he and Grace had. Once the truth came out, everything would fall apart, and there would be no putting it back together. When Tim pushed open the door, the first thing he saw was Ethan crouching on the floor, picking up shards of the shattered vase. Startled, he hurried over. "Mr. Henderson, let me take care of that." Tim crouched to help, but the moment he looked up and saw the blood on Ethan's forehead, his breath hitched. "Are you injured?" Ethan simply shook his head. He didn't feel any pain; he only felt a cold rush of emptiness bleeding through a crack in his chest. Tim was about to go look for the first aid kit when he remembered he had just ta