Regret Came Too Late

The awkward atmosphere lingered all the way to the hotel.

After getting out of the car, Grace quickly moved to push Ethan's wheelchair. To her surprise, however, she ran into Quentin right at the hotel entrance.

Quentin was also here for business, and his steps faltered once he saw her. He called out, "Grace?"

Grace furrowed her brows. No matter where she went, she somehow always ran into a member of the Lambert family. She didn't want to acknowledge him but saw Quentin walking toward her.

Although he was getting on in years, she was taken aback by how he maintained an unassuming but polite demeanor in front of Ethan. "Mr. Henderson, it's been a while."

Ethan glanced up at him, nodding briefly with a simple hum.

Quentin gave Grace a reassuring pat on the arm and spoke kindly. "I'm at ease knowing Grace is working at Henderson Group now. Mr. Henderson, you're well- mannered, and I'm sure you won't hold someone's past against them.

"It's all about ability, and with you guiding her, Grace will surely make great progress. Thank you in advance."

Grace wasn't naive and could clearly tell that Quentin was trying to remind Ethan not to hold her past against her. He was probably referring to his legs.

The awkwardness made Grace uncomfortable, and it seemed like everyone was reminding her that Ethan's injury had something to do with her.

Quentin smiled and continued, "I won't take up any more of your time. Please, go on with your business."

more, I'll be more confident about letting you get involved in the company's decisions. It's time for you to grow up, Grace." Grace didn't have much affection for this father of hers. Since she had woken up, he

felt a

truly been as troublesome and reckless in the past. But unfortunately, she didn't have those memories anymore, so

Ethan. She really wanted to ask about his legs,

room, where the business partners were already waiting inside. By

furrowed, but he maintained his composure and greeted Ethan with a handshake

wheelchair. The socializing officially began. The business partner who recognized Grace was a plump middle-aged man in a suit. He had a few drinks, and his gaze repeatedly drifted toward Grace as the conversation

bit uncomfortable, but the man spoke up before she could say

Lambert, you seem to have become much

the

years ago, here at this

Henderson, your face immediately soured. Then, you raised your hand and slapped him across the

spat her tea in shock before looking at the person who commented in

dabbing at the tea on her lips. After a moment of unease,

the

her face,