Regret Came Too Late

Chapter 145

---- Chapter 145 The awkward atmosphere lingered all the way to the hotel. After getting out of the car, Grace quickly moved to push Ethan's wheelchair . To her surprise , however , she ran into Quentin right at the hotel entrance. Quentin was also here for business, and his steps faltered once he saw her. He called out, "Grace?" Grace furrowed her brows. No matter where she went, she somehow always ran into a member of the Lambert family.

She didn't want to acknowledge him but saw Quentin walking toward her. Although he was getting on in years, she was taken aback by how he maintained an unassuming but polite demeanor in front of Ethan. "Mr. Henderson, it's been a while." Ethan glanced up at him, nodding briefly with a simple hum. Quentin gave Grace a reassuring pat on the arm and spoke kindly. "I'm at ease knowing Grace is working at Henderson Group now. Mr.

Henderson, you're well-mannered, and I'm sure you won't hold someone's past against them. "It's all about ability, and with you guiding her, Grace will surely make great progress. Thank you in advance." Grace wasn't naive and could clearly tell that Quentin was trying to remind Ethan not to hold her past against her. He was probably referring to his legs.

your time. Please, go on with your business." He then patted Grace on the shoulder. "Keep up the good work

didn't have much affection for this father of hers. Since she had woken up, he had mostly been silent or joined Carmen in reprimanding, her. Plus, he always seemed to look at her with those disappointed eyes. She felt a bit confused. From a parent's perspective , Quentin's attitude toward her would make sense

wanted to ask about his legs, but the words just wouldn't come out. Soon, they reached the door

been two years since we last met." Ethan's presence was so commanding that even ina wheelchair, everyone he met couldn't help but lean in slightly, their demeanor shifting to one of

a few drinks, and his gaze repeatedly drifted toward Grace as the conversation flowed. Grace felt a bit uncomfortable , but the man spoke up before she could say anything. "Ms. Lambert , you seem to have become much quieter this time." A flash of confusion

him across the face." Grace suddenly spat her tea in shock before looking at the person who commented in disbelief. "What?" Ahand slowly extended a tissue toward her. She instinctively took it, dabbing at the tea on her lips. After a moment of unease, she responded, "You must be mistaken."