When Ethan Grant started to drink the soup, everyone in the room held their breath.
Shirley Thorne watched, wide-eyed, as Ethan Grant drank the drugged soup. Suddenly, she understood his difficult, but well-intentioned, choice.
'The billionaire…'
'Could it be that he couldn't bear to let me drink it, so he resorted to this?'
In that instant, a sudden warmth washed over her.
She knew the soup was drugged, and she knew the dose wasn't dangerous. But when the billionaire actually lifted the bowl and drank it, she couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety and fear.
At the end of the day, it was still a drug. At the end of the day, it was still a poison that would make a person fall unconscious.
Shirley Thorne's heart clenched, and tears welled up in her eyes. If not for the loud slurping sounds Susan Langley was making as she drank her own soup, Shirley might have truly lost her composure.
"Aunt Langley, is the soup good?"
