Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn) novel Chapter 209

Chapter 209 

“I understand,” Fhan said as he headed upstairs, 

in” from insid 

The study door was closed. Ethan knocket, and when he heard a faint “Come in” 

inside, he tumed the handle and entered. 

As the door opened, he saw the trail figure of lan reclining on a chair by the balcony, reading a thread–bound book. Hearing the footsteps, aning it was Andy. “What is it?” he asked without looking up, 

Ethan didn’t answer immediately. He walked over to stand behind tan before finally speaking, “Grandpa, where is Leali?” 

Tandidn’t turn, 

tan, startled, turned his head in surprise. Seeing Ethan, his expression tuned cold. He averted his gaze and leaned back into the chair, his voice indifferent. “Did you come back just to argue with me again?” 

“I just want to know where Leah is. ” 

“Where she is doesn’t concem you,” tan replied, his tone still icy. 

Ethan’s anger flared. “So you’re willing to sacrifice the hundred–year reputation of the Grayson family for a murderer?” 

dealmly. 

“It was an accident,” iam conected a 

“But the fact remains–she killed someone.” 

“Then we’ll compensate them more lan stood up, walked to his desk, and pulled a document from a drawer. He handed it to Ethan. “Here, look at this. If you think it’s not enough, we can always offer more.” 

“What is this?” Ethan asked, taking the document. 

The file had no title on the cover. Ethan opened it, and as he read the first page, his expression darkened. 

He gritted his teeth and forced himself to finish reading. When he was done, the fury inside him empted. He looked up at lan and asked sharply, “Doy think a compensation agreement can replace a lite?” 

you 

really 

lan remained calm, but he knew the answer. “But the person is already gone. The Wiley family is on the brink of a financial crisis. If we invest in them now, we’ll be wing their entire famul 

“So now the Wiley family should be grateful to you? Ethan cut him off before he could finish. 

There was a moment of silence. A hint of exhaustion crossed tan’s aging face. He rubbed his temples, then suddenly raised his voice. “What do you expect me to dotowe Maxmillian