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.

had said that phrase countless times over the years, but hearing it from her now caught him

through his chest, and his eyes turned red

things, seeing Yancey like this unsettled her, and

trying to help. Without your memories, you'll always be at a disadvantage. That could put you in danger. I know I was wrong before, but this time, I mean it-I

her memories, she was always at a disadvantage. She was about to respond when

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 time I lose control. I feel like I'm losing myself,

word, yet Alice had

state, the whole family rushed to her side-some handed her medicine while others

face was ghostly pale. Grace almost wanted to ask her

leave, but Carmen's voice cut