"It's not a problem," Lucas Griffin said softly, his eyes slightly narrowed, "It might be getting inflamed again."
"The doctor already told you that you can't strain your eyes," Jonas Jox said worriedly, "You've also been very tired recently. Rest well these next couple of days; I'll find out as soon as possible who sent that anonymous email to the old master."
"There's no need to investigate," Lucas Griffin said knowingly, "It must have been Ethan Jenkins's doing; he wants to slowly tear the Griffin's Family apart."
Jonas Jox clenched his fists, "Damn it! He's not considering the Young Mistress at all!"
Lucas Griffin leaned back in his chair, a weak, cold smile lifting the corners of his lips, "You can't blame him; he has been quite gentle already. If it were me, I might have been even more ruthless."
He could understand Ethan Jenkins's hatred.
What worried him the most now was Amanda.
As long as Amanda never finds out Ethan's identity and is unharmed by these grudges,
