Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan)

Grace felt like she slept for a very, very long time. Scenes from her dreams overlapped like scattered fragments, chaotic and jumbled.

The last scene was set in a pitch-black cave, where only a single beam of light shone from high above, creating a beautiful Tyndall effect that no one was able to admire.

In the dream, she seemed very young, around eight years old. She kept patting a boy's face, urging him not to fall asleep. But the boy's injuries were too severe, and his body grew colder and colder.

On the second day of being trapped, she bit into her own wrist, feeding him her blood to keep him alive. It was quite unusual for a child that young to think of such a method to save someone. She fed him her blood, bit by bit, for two days straight. Finally, the boy in her arms woke up.

The young Grace's face was terribly pale, yet she still cupped his face with both hands. "Are you okay? You scared me so much! Don't worry, someone will come to save us."

"What did you feed me?" the boy asked.

"Blood. It can save lives at critical times like this."

She showed him her injured wrist, then scratched her cheek awkwardly. "You're having a fever. Sleep a little more."

The boy remained silent, exuding a heavy, oppressive presence.

Throughout the dream, Grace tried to see the boy's face clearly, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't.

The dream was chaotic. She didn't even know how they eventually got rescued.

Grace suddenly opened her eyes, meeting Yancey's concerned gaze. She lifted her hand, wanting to rub her forehead, but he quickly grabbed her wrist. "You're covered in injuries. Don't move."

Grace tried to speak but found her throat hoarse. It felt like she was being strangled, unable to utter a word.

Yancey picked up a cup of water from the side and brought it to her lips.

"You probably don't know yet, but Levi's body was found. The Henderson family is in chaos right now. Grandpa ordered a thorough investigation, and Uncle Ethan, as the one in charge, has gotten busier. Grace, how did you end up injured like this by the side of the road? Who did this to you?"

Grace quietly finished half the cup of water. Her cracked lips finally felt a little better, but every slight movement still brought stabbing pain. It was as if countless blades were slicing into her skin.

She also wondered why it was Yancey who found her. Did he truly not know who was responsible for her injuries?

She looked up into his eyes, but all she could see was concern. Although this young man was a little naive, he never had any malicious intentions or a scheming mind.noveldrama

Closing her eyes, exhaustion was written all over her face.

"Yancey, do you know why Mr. Henderson favors your sister so much?"

Yancey slightly raised an eyebrow as a flash of something crossed his eyes, but

he quickly returned to normal before she could notice.

"Jodie was picked up by Uncle Ethan back then. If it weren't for him, she would've died long ago. She's very dependent on him, and he treats her well. Inthe entire Henderson family, she's the one he cares about the most."

But Grace clearly remembered hearing Jodie say that Ethan needed her. What secret was hidden between the two of them? Could it be that Ethan was being blackmailed?

A man like him, the CEO of the

powerful Henderson Group, would never be someone to be threatened lightly. If someone really held

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eliminate them. Yet he had let Jodie test his limits repeatedly

"Grace, if this is related to my sister, let's just forget it. Others have been bullied badly by her before, but Uncle Ethan only gave them hush money and sent them away."

Grace forced a bitter smile. She never thought she held any special place in Ethan's heart. She always knew that the kindness he showed her was simply because he was a man of principles.

She took a deep breath, but even breathing hurt her lungs.

Yancey helped her lie down.

"The chef prepared some food. You should try to eat a little. I've also called Liam and told him you need some time to rest and not to disturb you for now."

Grace nodded weakly with her eyes closed. She was truly exhausted, especially after those absurd dreams. She felt absolutely drained.

Meanwhile, Yancey went to the living room, sat on the couch for a while in thought, and then walked into the kitchen to ask the chef to prepare something nutritious.

...

When Grace woke up again, it was

already noon the next day. She forced herself out of bed to wash up and then had some soup. But after only a few sips, she couldn't hold it in anymore and grabbed the trash can to vomit into it.

Perhaps it was because the dreams had been so bloody but the vivid memory of feeding blood into another person's mouth kept flashing through her mind. She couldn't stomach anything.

She hadn't eaten much to begin with, and after vomiting, there was only bile left.

Standing next to the bathroom, Yancey saw how uncomfortable she was and suddenly asked, "Are you pregnant?"