Recalling the scenes of the past, Ethan Howard's heart seized with pain as immense anger welled up from within.
His forehead throbbed, veins bulged, and even his breathing became much heavier.
"Thank you."
He earnestly expressed his gratitude to Caroline Edwin and Blake Fuller.
Caroline sensed the restrained fury in the other person, "I think Mr. Howard must be very busy next, so we won't impose any further."
After she finished speaking, she donned her mask and, hand in hand with Blake, stood up and strolled away.
Ethan Howard did not speak to retain them, watching the two leave the villa, get into a car, and then book tickets for a late flight to the Capital.
Caroline sat in the co-pilot's seat.
She looked a bit fatigued, "The ten million has been transferred; there's money for sweetheart's formula and disposable diapers now."
Blake Fuller sat in the driver's seat, driving.
His hands, well-defined, gripped the steering wheel as his gentle gaze glanced at her abdomen.
