Regret Came Too Late

Chapter 332

"The meeting dragged on until 10:00 pm.

Everyone was completely drained, and even Grace herself answered candidly

when asked about the company's future. What they needed now were profitable

projects. Without them, the company would continue their slow death march until

they inevitably collapsed.

After all, under the executives were still thousands of employees relying on a

paycheck. The monthly expenses were astronomical. Once the cash ran dry,

bankruptcy would be inevitable.

By the time Grace got home, her eyes were burning from exhaustion. All she

wanted now was to crash and get some sleep.

Unbeknownst to her, someone was already on their way to Carmen that very

night.

After Quentin's funeral, Carmen chose to leave the world behind and become a

nun at a convent nestled four hours outside the city.

Someone made the long drive through the night to reach her, ready to twist the

truth.

"Your beloved son was led astray by her," the visitor said in a steady, patient

voice.

"All the old executives who built the company alongside Quentin-she fired them

all. Don't you want to come out and set things right? Don't you want to see your

son, who's been suffering?"

Carmen kept her eyes closed, slowly rolling her rosary beads between her fingers

while continuing to mutter verses under her breath.

The visitor wasn't fazed by the cold reception and kept going.

"Mrs. Lambert, you're Quentin's wife. The public trusts you. If you come forward

and tell everyone that Grace orchestrated all of this out of greed for the Lambert

family's fortune, then Liam might still have a chance.

"People won't blame him; they'll just pity him for being betrayed by his own sister."

remained shut, and her

you try calling Liam yourself? Everything

is real. I'm not lying. Oh, right. I almost forgot. Even if you

Grace has already got

as CEO, there's no way she's letting him

that person

cracked. "Mrs. Lambert, I've been speaking

your eyes closed. Don't you think that's

disrespectful?"

shaved off all her hair

Quentin was alive, he was really nice to her. She

dine on the finest delicacies, and live a life most could only dream

from nothing together, and he had

deeply than she had ever

gone, life itself had

Carmen

and what was false.

silence of the convent, with only her prayers

company, she found a bittersweet kind

slowly lit a candle beside her and made a cross with quiet reverence.

then did she speak.

why you came.

blind-blinded by my

I forgot that

daughter too. The rift

my failure as a

her

would somehow make

owed Alice all

the end, it was all a lie.

said was a lie.

of it, I

my father...

have

own daughter can

tell me, why

single word

detached as if she had truly seen

of the world.

don't even

right now.

candle, kneeled down again,

a small, almost sorrowful

him? For what? He crossed

no one should

he should be punished.

son. If he

would've

hands and knees to

me. But if he's hiding.

knows

speechless, his anger flaring

sound echoing sharply through the quiet

Mrs. Lambert?

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