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

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

hadn't expected her to be so ruthless-even

Are you insane?" He lunged again,

"Back off!"

features contorting

swallowed hard, her eyes steady and calm. There wasn't a flicker of emotion in them as she looked at him. She asked, "Hendricks, you don't want

there in front of him, gorgeous as ever, and

Don't be like this! Jesus, are you really that disgusted by me? It's just sex. What's the big deal? We're gonna get

out as he stepped forward again. But Grace pressed the glass shard deeper into her neck, and blood started

Hendricks froze.

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.

So.

gripped the shard of glass tightly. She was exhausted, and her legs were giving out. Sleep was pulling at her hard, but her mind stayed sharp. She couldn't let herself

jagged glass pierced into her palm. Blood trickled down her

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

haze of sleep crept in, she would squeeze the shard again, forcing the pain to keep her

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

it. How could Grace

deep breath and

you

as he wanted Grace to hear

hadn't been able to leave. Alice had cried herself hoarse, thrown up several times,

Grace, her anxiety spiked.

really don't want to hear anything about Grace.

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

hung up quickly and rushed to

sent Hendricks to see Grace. Don't you want them to

effort to put on such a show and play the

gently at the edge of the bed. She