"Aunt Rowan, you..."
Shirley Thorne swallowed, blinking in utter surprise.
Meredith Rowan poured her a cup of tea herself. "Shirley, I know you care for Ethan and can't bear to see him suffer," she said. "But you have to look out for yourself. He's the one who cheated first. You have every right—and the means—to punish him."
Shirley Thorne lifted her teacup, her gaze fixed on the leaves floating within. Frowning, she said, "Aunt Rowan, I never realized you were so clever."
Meredith Rowan's heart lurched. She knit her brows slightly and said, "You give me too much credit, Shirley. I just couldn't bear to see you suffering, so I thought on my feet."
She knew this was a risky move, but she was out of options. She truly couldn't stand the sight of Ethan Grant's cold, arrogant face any longer.
'Hadn't she spent all this time fawning over Shirley Thorne for this very moment?'
'If this didn't work, she would have to come up with another plan.'
