Chapter 90. Verbal Sparring

Jane said, “Senior, my husband's bodyguard was too impulsive when he attacked you. My husband is here to apologize to you.”

Ethan turned to glance at his wife with hidden betrayal in his eyes. How could she make it seem like he had come to grovel at Brock Davenport’s feet.

Brock Davenport took the cup and looked at Ethan with disdain in his eyes.

“For Jane's sake, I will accept the tea – and your apology – and not kick up a fuss.”

He took a swallow of the tea.

Ethan's lips curled up slightly.

“You are very understanding, Mr. Brock. I should also thank you for taking care of my wife.”

He picked up the teapot and refilled Brock Davenport’s cup.

Brock Davenport chuckled and did not take the cup this time.

Taking care of his wife? He would have done a lot more than take care of Jane if his plans had actually worked back then.

Then this damned cripple sitting in front of him would not be so smug.

He spoke