Chapter 72 The Photo Album

• “Ethan?” Thea asked as her eyes widened with shock. What is he doing with my phone?
• “That’s me,” he answered lazily without much emotion. “And might I just say that I did not expect things to turn out the way it did at the manor earlier today, although I am grateful that you dropped by to visit Benedict. How’s your forehead? Did you manage to see the doctor about that nasty wound?”
• She hesitated for a moment as she thought that Cordelia had ended up far worse than she had. If Ethan were to speak to her in a much more patronizing manner presently, she might very well respond with equal hostility. However, when she heard the empathy in his voice, she slowly lowered her guard.