Mr. Wellington POV
I smiled, clicking my tongue softly.
Watching them from the cameras was always satisfying. Ethan never missed a chance to disgrace himself.
I tutted.
A knock sounded on the door before it opened. Matt, one of the guards I had assigned to Ethan, stepped inside.
“Where did he go?” I asked, my gaze still fixed on the screen in front of me.
“To Vitta’s house, sir.”
Vitta’s house?
Why there?
Shit.
“Go tell Frederick to continue with the gala. Say Ethan had an episode because he keeps getting reminded of his previous brides,” I said, taking a sip of wine.
“Yes, sir.”
He bowed and left.
I leaned back in my chair with a sigh.
My phone beeped on the table.
I picked it up and glanced at the notification.
Reminder: Lasix injection — 22:00
I swiped it away and looke
