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.

and her limbs were growing weak. She grabbed a

shard and

ruthless-even toward herself. It caught

He lunged again, but she raised the

"Back off!"

his features contorting into an

There wasn't a flicker of emotion in them as she looked at

right there in front of him,

gonna get married

stepped forward again. But Grace pressed the glass shard deeper into her neck, and blood started trailing down

Hendricks froze.

pain cleared her vision. Her body was weak, but her mind was focused. "I'm 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 standing long. The sedative in this room was strong, and no one could fight it for long. He wanted to see if Grace would still be standing

So.

were giving out. Sleep was

fingers slowly clenched tighter and tighter until the jagged glass pierced into her

with blood trailing down her

she would squeeze the shard again, forcing the pain to keep

half an hour had passed,

could

took a deep breath and immediately called

putting up a serious fight. What do you want me to do? I'm afraid

didn't bother lowering his voice as he wanted Grace to hear every word. She needed

Alice's bedside and hadn't been able to leave. Alice had cried herself hoarse,

was happening with Grace, her anxiety spiked. She stood by the window, swaying

want to hear anything about

Grace, handle her however you want. If

quickly and

don't do anything stupid. I've already sent Hendricks to see Grace. Don't

with satisfaction. Her effort to put on such a show and play

a breath of relief and sat her down gently at the edge of the bed. She said, "Don't worry about a thing. Mr. Henderson Senior himself