Regret Came Too Late

Grace finished eating and was about to leave when she hesitated and asked, "Can you lend me some money?"

Joanne took a deep breath. "You spent 200 thousand dollars on a pair of cufflinks for Yancey last week, and now you're telling me you're broke?"

Grace awkwardly scratched her cheek. "I had to borrow money just to pay my hospital bill yesterday. I'll pay you back."

Joanne transferred ten thousand dollars to her and patted her shoulder. "Your family cut off your spending ages ago. But instead of saving for yourself, you kept using your money to buy gifts for Yancey and even tried to win over his relatives.

"There's no point lecturing you on this. You don't have to pay me back. If you don't have anywhere to stay tonight, just come back here."

Grace felt a wave of gratitude for Joanne.

Since she had decided to apply for a job at Henderson Group, she needed to return home to find her ID and other important documents.

When she arrived at the Lambert residence, she felt a little uneasy as she rang the doorbell.

A young man's voice called out from inside. "Who is it?"

The door swung open, and Liam stood there. The moment he saw her, his face darkened with frustration.

"Grace, what the hell? Didn't I tell you to come back early and make breakfast? You're just getting home now? Hurry up, I'm starving."

Grace looked at the tall, handsome young man standing in front of her, then lowered her head and slowly changed her shoes at the entrance.

"Don't we have a housekeeper?"

"The housekeeper's food isn't as good as yours. What's wrong with you? You've been doing this for so long, and now you suddenly want to act differently? Cooking for the family is your responsibility, isn't it?

"Even when you had a high fever before, you still cooked for us. Mom would praise you, and you'd be happy about it for hours."

Grace felt a heavy weight in her chest after hearing that. Her gaze drifted to the couch.

and her father, Quentin Lambert,

you couldn't keep up the act. Go to the kitchen. Your brother is starving. You really don't act like an older sister

on the couch, smiled softly when she heard

to my meals.

Carmen's face instantly lit up with a bright smile, and she stroked Alice's head tenderly. "Alice,

by the entrance, finding the entire

and handed her an apron with a slight frown. "Ms. Grace, you usually wake up at 5:00 am to cook breakfast. Why are you only getting back at 7:00 am? Everyone's been waiting. If you're going to be late, at least give us a

all just saw her as a

the apron. Instead, she turned and walked toward the stairs. Everyone froze at

problem? I'm really hungry! Just

well. "They all prefer your cooking,

already reached the staircase when she suddenly let

had a cool, distant air. Her complexion was so fair that

would undoubtedly be ranked among the top beauties

pursuing Yancey, she

charging 100 thousand dollars for each meal.

the room

His face was dark

Where did you pick

hair behind her ear, her gaze sweeping over the

Yet Alice only asks what you'd like to eat, and that makes her the considerate one. If she's so thoughtful,

turned around to go upstairs, Alice immediately burst into

mean by this? You were the one who insisted on cooking for us, saying it was to make up for things. I know you've never liked me since I came back five years ago. You always think I

her eyes, looking like she had suffered some unimaginable

reprimand Grace. "Grace, look at what you've done! Why are you

bother responding. She swallowed the suffocating bitterness in her chest and curled her lips into a

expected that response. Her eyes gaze looked even more aggrieved. "I knew it. No matter what I do, you'll never