Regret Came Too Late

When Grace arrived at the Lambert residence, she went straight upstairs to visit Quentin. Upon opening the door to his room, she ran into Carmen, who was just about to leave.

Grace had expected some cold remarks from Carmen, but instead, Carmen was surprisingly polite, even saying, "You're finally back. Go in. Your dad has been waiting for you."

Grace was a little confused, but she still entered the room.

The scent of medicine still lingered in the room, and as Grace inhaled, her nose stung. She had thought that after resolving the contract issue, Quentin's condition might improve, but he looked even thinner now.

A wave of guilt washed over her. Quentin had done nothing wrong, but with both of his daughters in such turmoil, he must have been deeply worried. All these years of stress had taken a toll on him, and with the issues at the company, his health had deteriorated rapidly.

As Grace sat by his bed, tears began to fall.

Quentin had lost so much weight. His eyes now seemed too large for his face. Seeing Grace, his eyes reddened, and he said in a hoarse voice, "You've done well with the company. In the future, you'll need to look after Liam."

Grace's lips trembled as she grasped his hand. "Dad, I'm sorry. I thought that after the contract was sorted, you'd get better."

She hadn't even called him. Perhaps subconsciously, she had been avoiding anything related to the Lambert family.

Quentin forced a weak smile. "It's not your fault. Liam told me everything. He said your memory loss is real. We were the ones who didn't believe you, and we hurt you."

tightened as though something was blocking it,

part as a daughter. She couldn't remember anything, and she struggled to return the

his hand to wipe them away, but his strength was gone. He didn't have the energy for such

for what happened to Alice. You were just eight years old back then. You and Alice disappeared for three days, and we were all so worried. When only you came

was, she was still my wife. Watching her favor Alice, I decided to regularly deposit money into your account, trying to fulfill your material needs so

this, you wouldn't have put all your trust in Yancey.

to speak. "Dad, please stop. Let me call the

looked as

Quentin didn't move. He just lay there as

the room. Carmen came in once, bringing some fruit. Grace was surprised at her unusual gentleness today. However, with Quentin still lying in bed,

anything too extreme. Your father is in this state now. At least think of him a

as a smile crept on

the phone and ran

Grace knew to stay by Quentin's side, but Alice,

five years, was only focused on finding