Chapter 293

It was Ethan, sitting alone and having breakfast. I immediately lowered my head, hoping to avoid any interaction with him. I didn't want anything to do with him anymore. But, of course, he spotted me. With his tray in hand, he walked over, seeming just as surprised to see me in the cafeteria at this hour. To my dismay, we had ordered the exact same breakfast—coffee and two scones. He sat across from me, and I couldn't help but frown. His attempt to get close to me made me uncomfortable. "I know you probably still hate me," he began hesitantly, "but I also know you're leaving soon. So, let me offer you a parting blessing, at least." His voice was unsure as if he feared I'd refuse. But with him sitting right in front of me, how could I even begin to reject him? "Mr. Grayson, we're not close enough for you to send me blessings. If you have so much time, maybe you should focus on keeping your grandfather in check." The thought of everything Ian had done weighed heavily on me, filli