Regret Came Too Late

Jordan wanted to see Grace.

Grace instinctively reached for her phone, wanting to call Ethan. But the moment she pulled it out, one of the bodyguards gently pushed her hand down.

His tone remained polite as he said, "Mr. Henderson Senior won't harm you. He just wants to have a few words with you."

She had no choice but to put her phone away. Even as she got into the car, her mind was racing. She had a good idea why Jordan wanted to see her.

Jordan was a man who had weathered countless storms. Back when he still held power, his reputation alone commanded deep respect. Even now, in retirement, plenty of people still jumped at the chance to see him.

But in this circle, there were still many who'd never had the privilege of meeting him face-to-face.

...

Grace stepped into the Henderson Residence, a place that was rich with old- world charm. The property had been in the family for ages. Locals liked to say that back in the day, even prominent politicians used to drop by on their way to the capitol.

In Druville, no amount of money could buy a house here. Every property in this neighborhood was owned by influential figures.

As the heavy iron gates swung open, Grace caught sight of multiple guards patrolling the grounds.

The car continued down the private road for another ten minutes before finally stopping in front of the main house.

"Ms. Lambert, this way, please," the bodyguard said, still perfectly polite. He never looked down on her as if he hadn't heard any of the gossip circulating about her.

After stepping out of the car, Grace was led through the grand front hall and up to a study on the second floor.

The study spanned nearly two thousand square feet, and rich dark rosewood was used throughout, filling the space with a subtle, earthy fragrance. At its center stood a desk crafted from a rare type of wood that was priceless and impossible to find on the market.

It was an intimidating space. But when Grace saw Jordan standing behind the desk, calmly painting, she oddly felt more composed.

The door shut quietly behind her, leaving only the two of them in the room.

his brush and rinsed his hands in a basin on the

a respectful nod and greeted, "Mr. Henderson

unreadable as he took his time, meticulously

been summoned. She simply stood there, calm and composed as if silently engaging

caught Jordan slightly off guard. He slowly set the towel aside and got

younger generations of the Hendersons, even collectively, came close to how important

She replied, "Indeed. Mr. Henderson truly is exceptional-a powerhouse in the

gave her a slow once-over before saying, "There's no need for flattery, Grace.

sweat and quickly raised her head. "Mr. Henderson Senior, I understand what you're getting at. But I can assure you-I've never dared to harbor any romantic thoughts

real issue; it was affecting his health. I happen to have a unique physical condition that seems to help him

never been anything inappropriate between

her words clear

before taking a sip. He then said, "T believein Ethan. He once told me he'd never marry because the

tea, then gently set the cup down before he continued, "If he hadn't chosen to let go of what happened two years ago, I wouldn't

clearly referring to the car

Grace's spine. She froze slightly, forcing herself to stay calm. Without knowing the full truth, she didn't

His heart already belongs to someone else. In our family, he's the only one

it was true. The

Eleanor's death was tied to Grace.

about Ethan's upbringing-thare

what happened, he had never once lashed

quiet breath and then said, "Mr. Henderson Senior, I understand. If I ever cross a line with Mr. Henderson,

the sake of survival, she added a lie she

have been distant with him lately, but the truth is... I've always hoped he'd come back to

and powerful, but he's not the one

surprised to see how well Grace

studied her in silence for several seconds before finally looking away and

breath of relief. Only then