Regret Came Too Late

Grace had never really thought about investigating the cause of her amnesia before.

She raised her hand and rubbed her forehead just as another message from Yancey arrived.

"I'll keep digging into it. Don't worry. Just be careful when you go out. I have a feeling someone's been following you."

Grace immediately got out of bed and rummaged through her closet for the few certifications she had brought with her.

Each of them required significant skill to earn. Her past self clearly couldn't have been a nobody.

It seemed she really did need to start looking into that so-called accident.

The next morning, just as she arrived at Henderson Group, she ran into Levi.

He had been showing up more and more often lately, and his usual smile carried that familiar edge of hidden malice.

He followed Grace to the break room and said, "I heard Uncle Ethan took you out for some street food the other day. Is he still at home recovering?"

Grace kept her guard up. She didn't want him targeting Ed.

"Yeah."

"It seems he trusts you quite a lot, then. If you added something extra to his food, he'd still eat it, wouldn't he?"

Grace frowned. What was this man planning?

Levi pulled out a small white bottle and pressed it into her hand.

"If someone takes what's inside this bottle over a prolonged period, their mental state will slowly collapse. They'll become irritable and aggressive, eventually descending into madness or dying from heart failure."

instantly. He was trying to

Levi, do you take me for an idiot? This is

with it, how would I ever live peacefully in Druville again? I wouldn't even make it past Mr. Henderson

throat so tightly she almost

the rules, and he clearly thought Grace was

even that useless brother of yours will all suffer because of you. Think about

let go and shoved

as she clutched

was no way she would do it—not

to Ethan and get him to play

the Hendersons, would someone like Ethan, raised in deceit and manipulation,

the break room only

to the nines,

no different from that

for you. Even if you fed him poison, Uncle Ethan would

sarcasm in his

really couldn't stand people

and simply

desk, Grace was

by, and

to get hurt, go

seeing that, she stood up abruptly and

in a

felt her heart sink, and

voice on the other end was laced with smugness. "Grace, have you thought

hated being