CHAPTER 194: CHAPTER 193: FOUR YEARS AGO...

Four years ago, in that car accident, she called him immediately, why didn’t he answer?

Serena Sullivan asked, her heart aching, hatred turning into a coldness gathered in her eyes, all directed at Ethan Grant. Her hands placed on the quilt slowly clenched, and then clenched tighter.

In these four years, she has hated him deeply, and even now, she wants an explanation from him.

"I’m sorry!"

Ethan Grant didn’t give her one. He said it casually, opened the door, and walked out.

The room door opened and then closed, leaving the room peaceful and quiet, bringing tears to Serena’s eyes as she smiled slightly, pressing her lips together.

Ethan Grant said a word to Aunt Ann, then turned and went back to his bedroom.

Aunt Ann came over, watching Ethan Grant open the master bedroom door. She glanced into the room, which was pitch dark because the curtains were closed and the lights were off.

"Bang," the door closed, and Aunt Ann looked back at the master bedroom in confusion.

This was the strangest couple she had ever seen.

It’s said that Mr. Grant doesn’t love his wife, yet he considers everything for her and protects her thoroughly.

But if he loves her, they have been married for some time and don’t live together, let alone sleep in the same bed.

If they say he despises her legs, but every time he holds her, he is exceptionally gentle, and there have never been rumors of him having other women outside.

A man living such an ascetic life must either have a heavy heart or be incapable in certain ways!

Aunt Ann shook her head, dismissing these idle thoughts, and quickly walked into the guest room next door.

When Ethan Grant closed the door, he realized that the curtains were pulled, and the room was pitch black. He snapped back to reality, frantically searching the wall, found the switch, and when the room lit up, his trembling hands slightly steadied.

Who would know that the current master of The Grant Family—Mr. Grant fears the night, is terrified of darkness, and that kind of fear extends from the depths of his soul, with no cure for a lifetime, just like no one knows Mr. Grant has an ailment, he has a "dis"ability.

This fear started four years ago.

At first, it was because he was locked in a room by his family, staying awake day and night, resisting them.

And later...

His phone rang in his pocket, Ethan Grant took it out with still trembling hands. He saw the number on the screen, smiled a bit at the corner of his mouth, and walked to the bed, throwing the phone onto it.

The phone on the bed was still ringing, as Ethan Grant leaned against the wall and sat on the floor, taking out a cigarette, lighting it, letting the smoke quickly fill the room.

He listened to the music stop and then start again on the phone, taking out one from his inner pocket.

This phone, over the years, he dared not use, nor dared he discard.

Because of it, he missed her call, resulting in her legs becoming the way they are now!

He remembered that night, the dim dim night, occasionally having lightning streak across the sky, in bursts, very frightening.

Perhaps because of the impending downpour, his room’s lights were broken.

With his eyes closed, he felt especially uneasy in the silent night.

He had been locked in here for ten days.

Does Serena still hold a grudge against him? Did she receive the gift he sent?

Her competition, he couldn’t make it in time to attend, did she win an award?

One by one, he thought over and over again.