Regret Came Too Late

Grace scoffed. "Do you even realize who Ethan Henderson is?"

Carmen's face flushed. Earlier, she had been swept up in Grace's fantasy and believed that Ethan would want to court Grace.

"I... I... Grace, please. I beg you. Alice is your sister. Just go check on her."

Grace turned to Quentin, who was lying in bed, worry carved deep into his face. She took a deep breath. "This is the last time I'm doing this. I'm done cleaning up her mess."

Carmen's face turned into a deeper shade of red, but this time, she said nothing in return.

After checking what hotel they were at, Grace gave Ethan a call when she stepped out of the building. Thinking about how he had handled Levi before, she was genuinely afraid that if she was even a minute late, Alice would be dead.

She knew, without a doubt, that Alice had tried to drug Ethan.

Ethan picked up the call, but he sounded breathless. He was definitely not himself.

"Grace..."

"I'm on my way, Mr. Henderson. Please show mercy toward Alice. We can explain. Please don't do anything reckless."

"Grace... My head... It's spinning."

So, it was true-he'd been drugged.

in full panic mode now. If something were to happen to Ethan, not only her but the whole Lambert family

the hell did Alice get the nerve

got to the door, she saw Alice curled up in the corridor. Alice was sobbing,

relieved. At least Quentin wouldn't have to deal with the

the door open. She did not see the terror in Alice's

"Mr. Henderson."

stepped inside when something yanked her

against hers. His hands were moving

that she slapped him hard. The sound of the slap was so loud that it echoed

to the side, but he remained

stepped away

only were there blood stains everywhere,

with his head hung,

gun on the coffee table. It looked like Ethan had considered taking

not yourself right now, and I know you wouldn't fall for a setup this pathetic. I had no choice but to

licked the blood on the corners of his

her.