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.

dodged his first lunge, but the drug was already kicking in, and her limbs were growing weak. She grabbed a chair and shattered

jagged shard and stabbed

expected her to be so ruthless-even toward herself. It caught him completely

lunged again, but she raised the shard to

"Back off!"

his features contorting into an ugly

emotion in them as she looked at

was right there in front of him, gorgeous as ever, and he still

deal? We're gonna get married anyway! I'll treat you right, better than any other woman! You bitch-don't

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

Hendricks froze.

losing it. Fine. He'd just wait her out. No way she could stay standing long. The sedative in this room

So.

of glass tightly. She was exhausted, and her legs were giving out. Sleep was pulling at her hard, but her

clenched tighter and tighter until the jagged glass

down her legs, pooling in her palm,

of sleep crept in, she would squeeze the shard again, forcing the pain

ten minutes, tops. But half an hour had passed, and she

could Grace be

deep breath and

putting up a serious fight. What do you want me to

his voice as he wanted Grace to hear every word. She needed to know that this was

been able to leave. Alice had cried

anxiety spiked. She stood by the window, swaying like

hear anything about Grace. I'll jump from here

"Alice's not doing well. As for Grace, handle her however you want.

hung up quickly and rushed

anything stupid. I've already sent Hendricks to see Grace. Don't you want them to get married? It's

on such a show and

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