Chapter 211: Ewan’s Apology
Fiona darted a sharp, angry glance at Ewan, her frustration bubbling just below the surface.
She was thoroughly pissed off at the moment, craving nothing more than to escape the confines of the boardroom, but Ewan just didn’t care.
"Sit down, Fiona," He stated calmly, his tone measured as he returned his attention to the shareholders. "I think we have covered all the grounds there are. This meeting has been dismissed. Thank you all for coming."
Echoes of "thank you" filled the air as the shareholders stood, collected their belongings, and sashayed out of the boardroom, their mingling voices fading into the distance.
"Ewan, can I talk to you for a minute..." Old Mr. Thorne’s voice cut through the remnants of the meeting as he approached the almost empty room, pausing before Ewan, who sat still in his chair, seemingly lost in thought, as if mentally sifting through the meeting minutes.
Hearing Old Mr. Thorne’s voice however, Ewan gestured for Sandro to take Fiona away and wait for him outside.
At the same time, Athena gave a curt nod to Old Mr. Thorne and left the boardroom alongside his wife, with Alfonso, who was strictly kept in check by Aiden.
"Is anything the matter, Mr. Thorne?" Ewan asked as Old Mr. Thorne settled himself into the chair right beside him. The weight of the old man’s presence was palpable.
"Do you want to hand over your shares to Athena too?" Ewan continued, noticing that Old Mr. Thorne had dropped a big brown file onto the table, the sound resonating like a prelude to an unexpected revelation.
Old Mr. Thorne, acutely aware of the gentleness that had seeped into Ewan’s voice, found himself reflecting on whether the younger man had fully regained his memories; if the latter remembered their favorite activity back in those days—they would often venture out fishing together with his father.
The nostalgia hung in the air like a sweet yet bitter fragrance.