Regret Came Too Late

Grace took a deep breath. "Mr. Yule, are you interested in meeting Yasmine? I can give you her phone number directly."

Simon lowered his gaze, his impatience with her palpable.

"I don't have Ethan's patience. One more word, and you can get the hell out."

Grace felt a surge of anger, but she really didn't have the power to challenge Simon.

When she got downstairs, she felt a knot of unease in her stomach.

She took several steps back when she bumped into someone coming the other way.

It was Jodie, whose voice immediately turned shrill as she yelled, "Grace!"

Since the whipping incident, Grace had been trying to avoid this woman. She hadn't expected to run into her today.

She lowered her head and tried to walk past, but Jodie blocked her way.

"Grace, looks like you're all healed up. So you're back to your old tricks, huh?

What are you doing here? Don't tell me you followed my brother again? Just because my uncle doesn't want you, you've set your sights on my brother now?"

she wanted nothing more than to pull out a whip

would

not want to fight, so she tried

hard slap landed on her

time, and now there was a huge hand mark on her

"What did I tell you? Stay away from me, or I'll

from the slap. She threw the

stumbled back, almost

Yancey and ran

what

Grace bent down to scoop

serious. "I've told you, stop bullying people just

"So what? Uncle Ethan doesn't care. She deserves

Enough. Uncle Ethan won't like

a paper Grace was about to grab,

Yancey yelled, "Jodie Henderson!"

shot, sticking her tongue out and scoffing. She acted like a

she'd stomped on, trying to wipe off the dirt, but the mark was still obvious. He looked at Grace and said, "Grace, don't be mad. Uncle Ethan totally babies her. I'll

as cool as a cucumber. She knew exactly how much Ethan doted on

all the papers

let's head back together, okay?"