Ethan Grant didn't guess Meredith Rowan's thoughts, but he still chose not to tell the Old Master.
"Actually, if Julian Grant weren't here, it wouldn't be a problem to tell the Old Master."
Shirley Thorne brushed the pastry crumbs off her clothes. "The Old Master has been through so much; I'm sure his acting skills are more than up to the task."
'I really do like the Old Master. It's rare to find an elder who plies you with food the moment you meet instead of criticizing you.'
"Let's keep it a secret for now."
Ethan Grant felt the Old Master's arrival was too coincidental, something was very wrong—especially that one line—
"Julian suggested we come take a look, and since I figured we had enough time, we came."
'If I remember correctly, Julian Grant majored in computer science in college. But because of his passion for art, he supposedly never touched it again after graduation. Did he *really* never touch it, or was that just an act?'
There was no way to know for sure.
