Regret Came Too Late

The following day, Grace woke up with the same dilemma, wondering if she should take the initiative and resign first to save some dignity.

Feeling sluggish, she dragged herself out of bed and headed downstairs, only to run into Yancey. It turned out he had also spent the night at the Lambert residence.

Yancey's gaze lingered on her bare face, and something tightened in his chest. He had seen Grace at her most vibrant, full of life. Her beauty was undeniable. Though many were quick to judge her character, no one ever questioned her looks.

He couldn't take his eyes off her face, and when he snapped back to reality, he quickly started heading downstairs. In his haste, he even tripped.

Grace couldn't be bothered. She was about to head home when Yancey called after her. "Grace, I wanted to take you somewhere today. It might help you regain your memory. I even checked with the doctor."

She frowned and walked straight to the living room door. "Can you just leave me alone?" she said impatiently.

countless times over the years, but hearing it from her now caught him

chest, and his eyes turned red with

even more irritated. Of all things, seeing Yancey like this unsettled

his lips together, swallowing the sharp retort that once would have come so easily. Instead, he said, "I'm just trying to help. Without your memories, you'll always be at a disadvantage. That could put you in danger. I know I was

at a disadvantage. She was about to respond when Alice suddenly rushed down the

together. "Yancey and I are getting married soon. Can you at least try to be considerate while you're here? I've been trying to hold myself together, but I'm terrified I'll lose it again." She clutched her head as if she were on the verge of a breakdown. "I hate myself every

hadn't even said a word, yet Alice had

her side-some handed her medicine while others

to ask her outright-how did she make

turned to leave, but Carmen's voice cut through