Jean Grant sat beside him. "I saw Ethan Ellsworth just now."
"And?"
"We exchanged a few words."
Quentin Grant looked at her. "Go back and get some sleep. It's cold out."
Jean Grant stood up. "I'll head back then."
Outside, Jean Grant looked up. Snowflakes drifted down from the sky, landing on her face with an icy touch.
She walked back to her villa nearby and closed the door. The housekeeper saw her and immediately came over. "Miss, why did you go out? It's snowing, and it's so cold. Be careful not to slip."
"I'm fine. I just went to see my brother." Jean Grant forced a smile.
"Come inside quickly, Miss. I just made you a late-night snack. I saw you weren't in your room, so I came out to look for you."
"Okay." Jean Grant went upstairs, took off her shoes, and lay down on the bed.
She took out her phone and dialed Marlon Marshall's number. The call connected quickly.
"Why aren't you back yet?"
Marlon Marshall said, "I just left the campus gates. I'll be home in a bit."
