Regret Came Too Late

Grace felt warmth spread through her chest. "I miss you too. Have you been wearing the couple's slippers I gave you?" she asked.

"Yeah, I've been wearing them."

They exchanged a few more words before Grace hung up the phone. She finally felt exhausted and wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep. She had to visit Yule Group the following day to discuss a project. She couldn't help but wonder how Simon would try to make things difficult for her this time.

She made her way to Yancey's hospital ward and was taken aback by the extent of his injuries. Some were from the family punishment he had received from the Henderson family previously, while many were fresh, adding to the visible damage to his body.

From his neck down to his abdomen, there wasn't a single patch of unmarked skin. It was clear that those who hurt him had been ruthless.

And yet, despite all this, he still dragged his battered body all the way to Henderson Group to look for her.

Grace's resentment toward him faded instantly. The truth was that he was just a pampered young man, having never experienced real hardship, so he took everything at face value.

She turned to the doctor and asked, "Have all the wounds been treated? Is there still any danger?"

The doctor wiped the sweat from his brow. "The wounds are treated, but Mr. Henderson is very reckless. The nurses caring for him were reprimanded by Mrs. Henderson multiple times. Ms. Lambert, if he listens to you, please talk some sense into him. An infection is serious if it turns into tetanus, it'll be a bigger problem."

Grace pulled at her lip and nodded. "I'll talk to him tomorrow."

But before she could finish her sentence, Yancey woke up, his dazed eyes slowly focusing on her.

"Grace, don't go. I need to talk to you."

Grace had been annoyed with him ever since she lost her memory, but seeing him so vulnerable made her frustration dissipate. She sighed, her tone softening as she asked, "What is it? Hurry up, I'm tired. I need to get some rest."

it down. He said, "It's about your accident. Didn't I tell you that the driver's identity

I asked

difficult for him to speak, so she

eyes lit up instantly. Grace truly cared about him.

make ravioli for him when he was hungry, or bring him soup late at night when his stomach hurt. But back then, he hadn't appreciated her. Now, thinking about it

waiting for him to continue, but when she turned back, she saw his

You're so moved just because I got you a

It's just that my wounds hurt so much, I

I call the doctor

I can handle it. But

was saying. You

community workers who investigate aren't professionals, so every

is-it's done privately. These identities

erase someone's

identity, they can

of these people. His new identity was recently canceled, which means his mission is complete. But I can assure you this wasn't done by one of the influential families in

that to completely erase someone's identity, the person would have to be of significant status. Yet this time, he said it wasn't someone from an influential family who did

a little confused. "Why are you so sure

strange sense of satisfaction bubbling up inside him. It had