Regret Came Too Late

Grace was admitted to the psychiatric hospital, and Noah personally led her to a ward. She was locked inside a spacious room.

"Grace, you'll be staying here for a while," Noah said.

She glanced around. Surprisingly, the place wasn't bad.

Her phone had been taken away by the Lamberts' bodyguards back in the car and

had probably been handed over to Quentin by now, so there was no way to

contact anyone.

Just as she was about to drift off to sleep, the faint sound of a door creaking open broke the silence.

"Grace! I'm here, baby!"

Grace's eyes snapped open, and she saw Hendricks standing in the bathroom doorway. He'd been hiding in there the whole time.

Her expression shifted instantly as she asked, "What the hell are you doing here?"

Hendricks' face was gleaming with sleaze and smugness.

"What do you think? Your loving mother sent me to keep you company.

Thoughtful, huh? Haven't you noticed the weird scent in the room? It's part of her wedding gift to us!"

Now that he mentioned it, the air did smell strange. She had assumed it was disinfectant.

Hendricks stepped forward slowly, cracking his knuckles with a sick grin.

"Don't worry, I already took the antidote. That stuff in the room is pure knockout gas. You'll pass out soon. And when you wake up, well... We'll be official. I'll be gentle. You'll enjoy it."

After what had happened between them before, he'd been itching for another shot. And now, with no one around to stop him, he thought he could do whatever he wanted.

but the drug was already kicking in, and her limbs were growing

she picked up a jagged shard and stabbed it into her thigh. Blood poured

hadn't expected her to be so ruthless-even toward herself. It caught him

you insane?" He lunged again, but she raised the

"Back off!"

features

a flicker of emotion in them as she looked at him. She asked, "Hendricks, you don't want this turning into a murder scene,

front of him, gorgeous as ever, and he

It's just sex. What's the big deal? We're gonna get married anyway! I'll treat you right, better than any other woman! You bitch-don't tell me you're still hung

But Grace pressed the glass shard deeper into her neck, and

Hendricks froze.

warning you. Come one step closer, and I'll slit my own throat." Hendricks was losing it. Fine. He'd just wait her out. No way she could stay

So.

out. Sleep was pulling at

tighter until the jagged glass pierced into

down her legs, pooling in her palm, and staining

she would squeeze the shard again, forcing

had figured she'd last ten minutes, tops. But half an

How could Grace

took a deep breath and

What do you want me to do? I'm afraid

his voice as he wanted Grace to hear every

and hadn't been able to leave. Alice

she heard what was happening with Grace, her anxiety spiked. She stood by

want to hear anything about Grace. I'll jump from here and end my

Grace, handle her however you want. If she dies,

hung up quickly and

Hendricks to see Grace. Don't you want

put on such

let out a breath of relief and sat her down gently at the edge of the bed. She said, "Don't worry about