Ella stared at Eric in shock. What had he done to expose Grace's true nature?
"Henry, why are you so anxious? Back then, why couldn't you spare my mother?" Eric's voice dripped with sarcasm. Not long ago, Henry was confident that it would be Eric who would lose. But now, here he was, like a beaten dog, begging him to spare Grace. What right did he have? What nerve?
"I'm sorry... We were wrong. No matter what, she's still my mother, even though she's cruel. I'm sorry..." Henry's voice was filled with regret.
"Henry, if it were you, what would you do? Would you be so forgiving toward a murderer? I suggest you stay out of this, or else... you'll find yourself on a dead-end path too!"
Eric hung up, feeling no satisfaction—only a heavy weight on his chest.
He had always despised Henry, but now that Henry was pleading with him, why wasn't there a trace of joy?
