Regret Came Too Late

Yancey looked confused but was too happy to care, so he answered honestly, "Uncle Eamon doesn't have kids yet. Uncle Bart has two sons, and Aunt Yvonne has one son. They all look a tiny bit like me but definitely not as handsome.

"Why? Have you finally realized I'm not bad-looking after all? Hah! It's too late now-you've been so cold to me lately."

Grace couldn't be bothered with his rambling and frowned. Who had she just seen through Yancey's face? Why couldn't she remember anything at all?

After he was done talking about how perfect he was, Yancey asked her in a serious tone, "Did the accident actually do you some good? Did you remember something? You used to look at me with such focus, like you could never leave me."

Grace pursed her lips. Instead of being focused, she wondered if she was actually just looking at someone else through his face. But she knew nothing her mind was totally blank.

Yancey started bragging again, "By the way, I investigated the accident that caused your memory loss. It's not that simple. The driver vanished—there's not even a record of him. Do you know what that means?"

"What?"

loss is a

power. Grace raised an eyebrow. Since waking up, she had rarely thought

clue. He had finally proved useful for once. After remembering they were in Ethan's office, she quickly moved several

his lips together unhappily and tried to move closer, but then Ethan spoke up. "Is there something you

expression turned cold. "Of course there is. I found other security footage from that day. Even though you had the main footage removed, other passing cars happened to catch

the one who took Grace away. But when I called asking about her, you said you knew

words. Here he went again-Yancey's ability to

argued back, "Yancey,

not as simple as you

shouted, "I heard from Liam that Ethan might have a child! Grace, think about it—