Regret Came Too Late

Grace noticed the staff on the top floor staring at her and Yancey. She was so angry that it made her skin crawl.

Yancey kicked open the CEO's office door. Upon seeing the composed figure of Ethan seated in his chair, he sneered and slammed the door shut behind him, cutting off the prying eyes from outside.

He released Grace's wrist roughly. "Say it, tell me, your boyfriend isn't Uncle Ethan. Who were you with last night, huh? Who made you feel so good?"

Grace bit her lip in frustration, her face turning red with embarrassment. Yancey had a knack for making her feel like a fool in front of Ethan.

Ethan, still engrossed in his documents, didn't bother acknowledging the argument between them.

Yancey, frustrated with Ethan's indifference, stormed over and snatched the papers from his hands. "Uncle Ethan, was it you who was with Grace last night?"

Grace felt a wave of discomfort as she watched his provocative stance. She couldn't shake the feeling that Ethan might, in an instant, pull out a gun and deal with Yancey like he had with Levi-swift and cold.

Though Yancey was reckless, he wasn't worth dying over.

Grace quickly yanked Yancey toward her, positioning herself between him and Ethan. She pleaded, "Mr. Ethan, I'm sorry. I couldn't stop him."

Ethan looked at the scene in front of him. His pen stilled in his hand as he observed the protective gesture, noticing the slight wariness in her eyes.

He didn't look at her again, simply moved the documents back with a detached air.

"Has your boyfriend ever seen you protect another man like this?" he asked.

Grace, who had been so confident just moments ago, instantly felt guilty under his gaze.

Ethan continued, signing the papers with calm deliberation. "This man, after all, is your former fiancé."

she could react, Yancey, sensing an opportunity, spoke up with a

soft spot for me. She's afraid I'll offend you, Uncle Ethan, and then she'll suffer for it. That's why she's

was now convinced that Grace's

she met outside? That was

was. If he was a mere waiter, he could just throw him some money-three million dollars should do-and have him

it, the more

almost as if seeing him in

let's go. I've got

shook his hand off. "I'm still

"Fine, I'll wait for you to get off work. By the way, what does your boyfriend look like? Why won't he come out

didn't want to talk to him anymore. She just kept

more pleased, convinced that he'd soon be rid of her "ugly waiter"

changed. She must have had her brain damaged by the car accident. Or maybe, the pain he caused her years ago had affected her so badly that, on some

but was

handle the Siltham

paused. Slitham? What kind

same thing I am-get rid of Grace's ugly boyfriend, huh? I've always been one step ahead of you, and I still will be Even if you go to Grandpa, it won't make a difference. don't care about how

long as he didn't care about that, no one could control

slightly, put down his pen, and replied in

"No wonder she

winced at

unambitious of the younger generation

family. In the past,