Regret Came Too Late

Grace's knees were covered in blood from kneeling, but that still couldn't compare to the anxiety in her heart.

She kept glancing in Jordan's direction, and only after seeing him go back upstairs again did she finally take out her phone to reply to Ed's message.

"Is it serious? Have you taken any medication?" she asked.

Jordan pushed open the door to Ethan's room with a very stern expression. "Ethan, you're going to stay home and rest up properly this time."

Ethan leaned against the bed and simply replied with a hum.

Jordan had always known this son wasn't a man of many words, and there was nothing Jordan could do about it. "I don't want something like this happening again. Or else, kneeling downstairs will be the least of what Grace has to go through."

Upon hearing that Grace was kneeling, Ethan's hands clenched slowly on the bedsheet, but his face barely showed any reaction.

Seeing that Ethan remained unmoved, Jordan let out a sigh of relief. "Your condition seems to have improved lately, so I guess she's somewhat effective after all. I even thought she was trying to trick me before. Get some rest at home."

"Mm."

Ethan lowered his gaze, seemingly tired already.

Jordan got the hint, stood up, and left Palm Bay straight away.

It had just started drizzling outside. Just as Grace thought she would be kneeling there until sunrise, the glass door to the courtyard was suddenly swung open. Ethan had a coat draped over him, standing not too far away from her.

Grace's eyes instantly lit up. She got up in a hurry and wanted to walk over to him.

But she rose too quickly. Just halfway up, she crashed back down, and a sharp stone directly jabbed into her knee.

Ethan's pupils constricted briefly. He instinctively wanted to go over to her, but he heard her say, "Mr. Henderson, don't-it's cold outside. You stay right there, I'll be there in a moment."

Gritting her teeth, she dug the stone out of her flesh. In less than ten seconds, she made her way to him. Her face was pale, but she still looked full of spirit.

by his

twitch twice, as if he wanted

wanting to hear what he had

he said

bit confused, but still let out a faint smile. "Thank goodness, you're fine. You

forgive myself. Oh, yeah-are you hungry? I can

wanted to say suddenly got stuck. He lowered his

to the couch. As she was just about to head to the kitchen, Ethan grabbed her

his eyes, like they were veiled in heavy fog. "Take a seat. Let's treat

could still fight through the pain and

she could finish her sentence, he had already pressed

were soon quickly rolled up to her

first-aid kit. He rolled up his sleeves, intending

suddenly thought of something and pulled her feet

it

snatched the disinfectant spray from his hand, aimed at her wounds, and sprayed her knees twice. Then she bent down, grabbed some styptic ointment from the first-aid kit, randomly smeared it on, and rolled her pant legs

his fingers curling briefly, then he quietly sat back on

on her calf, and it hadn't faded yet. If Ethan saw it, he probably would have asked her about her

of that, being seen like this by

her in silence, and

and prepare a meal

a moment. How could she head back home? Ethan's physical weakness was

you something to

unsure what was on his mind, only that he kept

Thank you," he

turned into the cold

him. She could only awkwardly walk to the entryway to change

such a high status, his upbringing was impeccable. He

made her feel even worse. She kept lingering around the entryway for ten minutes, unable to bring herself

back facing her. It was like the two