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.

first lunge, but the drug was already kicking in, and her limbs were growing weak. She grabbed

shard and stabbed it into her thigh. Blood poured out

expected her to be so ruthless-even toward

you insane?" He lunged again,

"Back off!"

features

wasn't a flicker of emotion in them as she looked at him. She asked, "Hendricks, you don't want

in front of

be like this! Jesus, are you really that disgusted by me? 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

out as he stepped forward again. But Grace pressed the

Hendricks froze.

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 after

So.

of glass tightly. She was exhausted, and her legs were giving out. Sleep was

jagged

blood trailing down her legs,

in, she would squeeze the shard again, forcing

half an hour had

it. How could Grace be

breath

you want me

wanted Grace to hear every word. She needed to know that this was all Carmen's

able to leave. Alice had cried herself hoarse,

spiked. She

I really don't want to hear anything about Grace. I'll jump

Carmen snapped back at Hendricks, "Alice's not doing well. As for Grace, handle her however you want. If she

quickly and rushed to grab Alice's

already sent Hendricks to see Grace. Don't you want them to get married?

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

relief and sat her down gently at the edge of the bed.