Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan)

Was Ethan really in such a serious condition? What if he died because of Grace?

A chill ran down her spine, and she straightened her back even more.

She had been kneeling for another hour when she saw Tim approaching. Her eyes immediately lit up.

He was still wearing the same clothes he had worn to work. He swiftly placed a steamed bun in front of her.

"Eat."

How could Grace be in the mood to eat right now? She immediately asked, "How's Mr. Henderson? Is he still unconscious?"

"He's awake and currently being berated by Mr. Henderson Senior. I can't go in for

now. All of this really gave Mr. Henderson Senior quite a scare.

"Those few others also came over, I figured they might talk for a while. Mr. Henderson's phone was confiscated as well. He'll likely be resting at home for the next few days."

Grace let out a sigh of relief. Thank goodness Ethan was awake.

Now she truly regretted everything. Ethan was such a good person, and yet because of her...

Her eyes reddened in an instant as she sniffled.

Tim noticed that she was about to cry and quickly cleared his throat.

"It's actually not that serious. The main issue was that Mr. Henderson tends to brood over things. You don't know what he was like before.

"He... Just to reassure you, it's definitely not because of what he ate that night. It was a trigger this time.

"He used to be even harsher to his own body-he could skip meals for days, even picked up the habit of smoking and drinking. Rushing to the hospital due to excessive bleeding was a common occurrence."

Grace instantly stopped tearing up, and a flicker of surprise flashed across her face.

"Mr. Henderson used to be rebellious?" she asked.

Tim looked at her with a deep gaze. "Nobody is born mature at first. Back then, he even drove for a few nights just to see someone."

Grace felt a slight throb in her heart. Chatting with Tim made her less anxious

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But evidently, she didn't really know Ethan well enough.

"What happened afterward? Did he eventually see the person?" Grace asked.

"Sadly, he didn't. Let's drop the topic for now. Mr. Henderson Senior is heading down soon."

Tim quickly turned around and headed back to the hall.

Grace was extremely exhausted and hungry. If she didn't eat something soon, she might pass out.

So she promptly swallowed the steamed bun that Tim brought over. Just then, her phone buzzed.

It was a message from Ed.

"I'm sick. It hurts."

Grace almost jumped in panic. How was he sick too?

She immediately pulled out her phone to reply to his message. But then she heard the door to the courtyard being pushed open, and Jordan walked toward her.

She hurriedly put her phone down and straightened her posture again.

Jordan slowly walked to her side, glanced at her a few times, then sneered coldly. "At least you're kneeling straight."

Grace kept her head down and didn't dare to say a single word. She was afraid she'd be dragged off and punished the next second.

Jordan didn't seem to want to say anything further and was just rubbing the spot between his brows.

"If it weren't for your grandfather... Forget it. Just stay away from Ethan from now on."

So Jordan used to have connections with Albert.

Grace felt incredibly lucky to be alive.

A sharp glint suddenly flashed in Jordan's eyes. "There must not be a next time." "Don't worry, Mr. Henderson Senior. I'll be careful."

Jordan turned away and left with a cold scoff.

As someone with such high status, it would have ruined his reputation if he had made a scene by yelling or attacking her.

After all, Ethan took the initiative this time, so Grace couldn't be the only one to blame.

Regardless, the Hendersons would never accept a woman like her into their family.

Grace's back was already drenched in sweat. Not many people could withstand Jordan's presence, and for a moment there, he did indeed want to kill her.

She always had a sharp instinct for such murderous intent.

Lowering her gaze again, she continued kneeling obediently.

Since Jordan was still in the hall and could see her movement if he looked up, she couldn't risk responding to Ed's message just yet. But inside, she was already frantic.

Ed had always been a loner. She didn't even know if he had any friends close by. What if he were sick and alone at home, and trying to hold on?