Regret Came Too Late

The moment the words left Yancey's mouth, the office door opened, revealing Ethan. He sat in his wheelchair as he looked over at them.

Grace stood next to her desk, with Yancey leaning against her, his posture almost childlike in its dependence. Ethan's fingers gripped the wheels of his chair, tightening ever so slightly.

Grace suddenly remembered the events from earlier was it Ethan's idea to have Yancey beaten?

That morning, Yancey had spoken recklessly in the office. Though he hadn't gone as far as Levi, who had foolishly tried to kill Ethan, he had certainly challenged his authority. Had Ethan given him a little lesson?

If Yancey kept this up, would he end up like Levi?

The wheels of Ethan's chair softly creaked as he moved closer to Grace.

She swallowed nervously, straightening up. "Mr. Ethan, I didn't realize you were still working late."

His gaze fell on the hand she had resting on Yancey's arm. For a moment, Grace felt an odd heat radiating from her hand, almost as if it were burning.

Yancey was in too much pain to speak his usual taunts, so he groaned weakly. "Grace, it hurts so much... Take me to the hospital."

She had initially thought he was joking, but the tremors running through his body told her otherwise. He was barely holding himself together, as though the pain might knock him out at any second.

It was clear now that he hadn't just been exaggerating. He had truly snuck out of the hospital.

took a deep breath. "Yancey, are you a child? You

didn't have the strength to argue and simply

stood there, unsure of how to respond. If Yancey had been throwing a tantrum like this morning, she wouldn't hesitate

out, it felt wrong to strike

nodded toward Ethan, and said softly, "Mr. Ethan,

say nothing more,

"You both?"

treated Jodie, she straightened her back and helped Yancey to the elevator without

somewhat isolated, but Grace couldn't bring herself to care at that

and got into the driver's seat. Her phone rang just as she started the engine. It was a call

have time to answer, so she let

seat. He winced in pain, occasionally asking if he was going to die. Clearly, his injuries were infected, and the fever was

When they arrived, she learned the doctors had been searching for him. He had snuck out earlier, just as they were about

taken over, she let out a

hospital hallway, her phone still ringing

saw that Ed had called over

quickly pressed the answer button. "Ed,