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."

you've matured a little 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

felt a bit

reckless in the past. But unfortunately, she didn't have those memories anymore, so she only

following behind Ethan. She really wanted to ask about

the door to the private room, where the business partners were already waiting inside. By chance, one

brows quickly furrowed, but he maintained his composure and greeted Ethan with a handshake instead. "Mr. Henderson, it's been two years since we

brief nod and adjusted his 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

bit uncomfortable, but the man spoke up before

you seem to have become much

confusion crossed her face, and then the man continued, "I

ago, here at

ran into Mr. Henderson, your face immediately soured. Then, you raised your hand and

looking at the person who commented in

tissue toward her. She instinctively took it, dabbing at the tea on her lips. After a moment of

the

her face,