Regret Came Too Late

In the next three days, Grace was able to sell between four to five thousand orders each day, but her fever never went down.

By the time she completed the last order, she felt that the world in front of her was a blur. Her legs went weak, and she directly collapsed onto the chair next to her.

All the accumulated apples were sold, and the farmers gathered together to celebrate. When they saw Grace sleeping, they immediately fell silent.

Her cheeks were red, and her lips cracked from dryness. She couldn't even talk today; she had been replying to the questions on the screen by typing.

The farmers all knew how exhausted and hardworking she had been these past few days, and they were very touched.

Grace finally woke up when the sun set in the evening. Mandy immediately checked her forehead temperature. "You're still running a fever. Let's head back to the guesthouse in Southbrook. You need to rest well for a few days."

Grace nodded, not forgetting to remind the few young people, "Something might happen in Southbrook tonight. Make sure to keep an eye on your people, and don't post any comments online."

Everyone was confused. "What will happen in Southbrook?"

Grace glanced at the horizon, where the sunset glow hung over the mountains. It was a rare and beautiful sight. She explained, "They didn't filter the customers' addresses, and now, it's been four days since the first day people placed their orders.

"People in remote areas should've received the apples by now, and there are probably a lot of spoiled apples. Although the temperature here has dropped, it's still hot in the south, so the apples have probably all gone bad on the way there."

The farmers exchanged glances and quickly spoke up after realizing the situation. "Ms. Lambert, please let us have your phone number. Once we get our payment, we'll send you a gift. And you don't have to go back to Southbrook tonight. We also have a guesthouse here, and the environment is quite good.

"There's a hot spring too. It's not open to the public. It was built many years ago by the old village chief with the funds he raised, and it's only used to host distinguished guests involved in developmental projects.

there haven't been many

not to go back and planned to stay here for a few days. She dragged her weary body to

out that a big shot had arrived that evening, and the hot spring

hot spring, but when she

lit up. "Mr.

noticed the mud on her pant legs

off her cheek. "Mr. Henderson, what brings you

was pushing the

caught up with him. "Did you book the entire hot spring and the guesthouse? Can

at the

"It's up to you."

now and couldn't travel in a car anymore. She just wanted to go to

had any rest for several

need for rest, quickly

behind the wheelchair, grabbed the handles, and gently pushed it. She could see Ethan's hair

black suit, asked faintly,

"A little. I haven't rested for several days, but all the apples here have been sold. Does that mean I've