Regret Came Too Late

Grace tossed the card and turned sharply on her heel. She wasn't about to waste another second there.

Fear drained the color from Liam's face. He rushed forward, grasped her hand, and dropped to his knees. "Grace, please don't be angry! Hit me if you must, but please, don't be angry. I'm begging you!"

Irritation welled up within Grace, and she attempted to dislodge her hand, but Liam maintained a firm grip. He kept her hand pressed against his own cheek.

Overcome by panic, tears now began to cascade down his face, his eyes fixed upon her with a look of hopeful supplication.

"Let go, Liam." She struggled harder. "This trick doesn't work every time. I don't have the patience for this anymore."

Yet he held on to her hand with all his strength, kneeling stubbornly on the floor without any intention of rising.

Off to the side, Andrea, unable to bear the scene, began to rebuke her. "Grace, what's the meaning of this? No matter what, Liam's your own brother. Have you forgotten your father's last words to you? Now you want to abandon him? If Quentin could see this from his grave, he would never forgive you!"

Liam bit his lip and shot her a threatening glare. "Shut up."

"I'm speaking for your sake. I wouldn't want the father of my child

spared them a glance. She was too tired to be angry, too numb to care at this point-she

to the kneeling Liam. "Let go. I need to leave; there are still

across his face as he sobbed. "Grace, please don't abandon me. I know I made a mistake. I don't even know how it happened. I

with a chilling firmness. "Then have her get rid of

abruptly silent. Liam stopped crying, and he

in you! Liam's your brother, and this child's your kin! How can you be so cruel? Let me tell you something I will never abort this child! I will give birth to it, no matter

gaze and patted Liam gently on the shoulder. "You're not even 20 yet,"

was my first and she was there forme

in the end, even his

words, a spark ignited in Andrea's eyes. Joanne was right-

her knees as well,

Isn't it enough that I'm the one to blame? I love him, and I'm withing to bear his child Could you not simply let us