Regret Came Too Late

When Liam walked outside, he pulled Joanne, who was resting on a rock, to her feet. "Let's go, Joanne. I got the medicine. There are 20 packets of medicine for menstrual pain, eight for you and 12 for Grace."

He had no concept of fairness; he was always biased toward Grace. As Joanne walked down the mountain with Liam, she listened to him go on and on about how great Grace was.

Grace was beautiful, good at cooking, highly capable at work, and so on.

It was a two-hour journey down the mountain, but he wasn't done listing all of Grace's virtues. Joanne's expression had already turned sour. She offered him chocolate a few more times along the way, and he ate them all.

When they got in the car, he took out the bread he had prepared and reminded Joanne to eat some as they still had a six-hour drive back to Druville.

Joanne took the chocolate pieces out of her bag and left them in the car. "Liam, you can have some of these when you get too busy and forget to eat. They'll keep your blood sugar stable. It's dangerous to drive with low blood sugar."

"Thank you, Joanne." Liam hadn't had a chance to rest the entire trip. He had to drive for over ten hours back and forth, and he had even walked for several hours on mountain roads.

Grace praising him gave him a huge boost

7:00 pm, and he first sent Joanne home. As she got out of the car, she reminded him, "Don't forget about the chocolates I left

eight packets and placed them in her

watched him drive off into the distance. Once the car was completely out

slowly emerged from the corner nearby, saying sarcastically in a hoarse voice, "You're really

nearby trash can and replied calmly, "I only act when it's necessary, and I won't put myself in a pathetic situation like you did. Don't come to see me again

just a rat. You like Ethan, don't you? But have you looked at yourself in the mirror? Do you really think Someone like him is within your reach? And do you know Ethan's true colors? He's a monster, and anyone

miserable way."

gaze turning menacing. "Whether Mr. Henderson is a monster or not has nothing to do with you. You lunatic, you have no right to judge taim I'm different from Grace, and

being strangled, and her eyes were filled with fear. She

wearing a mask, and their true