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.

already kicking in, and her limbs were growing weak. She grabbed a chair and shattered the

picked up a jagged shard and stabbed it

so ruthless-even toward herself. It caught him completely

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

"Back off!"

his features contorting into an ugly

emotion in them as she looked at him. She asked,

was so frustrated he nearly lost it. She was right there in front of him, gorgeous as ever, and

get married anyway! I'll treat you right, better than any

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

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

So.

out. Sleep was pulling at her hard, but her mind stayed sharp. She couldn't let herself pass

slowly clenched tighter and tighter until the jagged glass pierced into her palm. Blood

blood trailing down her legs, pooling in her palm, and staining her

the haze of sleep crept in, she would squeeze

tops. But half an

could Grace be so

a deep breath and immediately called

fight. What do you want me to do? I'm

lowering his voice as he wanted Grace to hear every word.

able to leave. Alice had cried herself hoarse,

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

want to hear anything about Grace. I'll jump

well. As for Grace, handle her however you want. If she

hung up quickly and

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

effort to put on such a

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