Regret Came Too Late

Grace smiled at Paul. "Thank you for your hard work. Could you take me to see Taylor?"

A trace of relief flashed in the man's eyes. "Of course. Taylor doesn't know you're his lifesaver yet. Though I'm not sure if he'll ever wake up."

The man led the way, and Grace followed slowly behind him.

They passed through a long, faded but clean hallway and stopped in front of a cozy hospital room.

When the door opened, Grace was surprised by the high-end equipment inside. Each piece seemed to cost at least a million bucks and was the kind of gear only found in top-tier hospitals.

As Paul skillfully checked various data, he sighed.

"The fact that he's still alive is the best outcome we could hope for. The government is willing to move Taylor to a better hospital and bring in foreign experts for consultations.

"But I know his condition all too well. Every treatment option has already been exhausted. Now, it's just a matter of whether he has the luck to wake up."

Grace glanced at the board with the man's name on it. His name was Taylor Boyd, and he appeared to be around 25, with a well-structured face.

She didn't know what kind of connection she had had with Taylor before losing her memory, nor why she had spent such a large sum to keep him in this hospital.

However, the sincerity and relief in Paul's eyes made it impossible for her to voice the real reason for her visit.

"Sir, I'm just here to take a look. I'll come again later if there's nothing else. Please take care of yourself," she said.

"Alright, you take care too. You should eat more. You're looking thinner."

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going to settle the score between us once I investigate a

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crying and following him for

nagging feeling that the woman he'd always looked

like a dark, destructive urge rising inside

the disdain on Grace's face only made

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