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.

deep breath. "Yancey, are you a child? You run off like this,

the strength to argue and simply muttered,

been throwing a tantrum like this morning, she wouldn't hesitate to slap him. But now,

of passing out, it

him up, nodded toward Ethan, and said softly, "Mr. Ethan, we'll

to say nothing more, but instead, he

"You both?"

washing over her. But then, remembering how Ethan treated Jodie, she straightened her back and helped Yancey to the elevator without

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

driver's seat. Her phone rang just as she started the

answer, so she let it ring

against the passenger seat. He winced in pain, occasionally asking if he was

red lights in her rush to get him to the hospital. When they arrived, she learned the doctors had been searching for him. He had snuck

doctors had taken over, she let out a sigh of relief. She sat

hospital hallway, her phone still ringing incessantly in her

it and saw that Ed had called over 30 times,

quickly pressed the answer button. "Ed, what's