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."

but he quickly swallowed it down. He said, "It's about your accident. Didn't I tell you that the driver's identity was erased? Once someone's identity is canceled, they become

connections, so I asked them to help me look into it,

was difficult for him to speak, so she poured

Grace truly cared about him. She still couldn't

some, his thoughts turning to the past when Grace used to 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

waiting for him to continue, but when she turned back, she saw his tears dripping into the

You're so moved just because I got

just that my wounds hurt so

the doctor to give you

I can handle it.

saying. You probably

year, but the community workers who investigate aren't professionals, so every once in a while, a few extra

is-it's done privately. These identities

to erase someone's criminal

adopts a new identity, they can

people. His new identity was recently canceled, which means his mission is complete. But I can assure you this wasn't done by

have to be of significant status. Yet this

confused.

in the eye, a strange sense of satisfaction bubbling up inside him. It had been a long time since she had listened to him