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.

The awkwardness made Grace uncomfortable , and it seemed like everyone was reminding her that Ethan's injury had something to do with her. Quentin smiled and continued , "I won't take up any more of your time. Please, go on with your business." He then patted Grace on the shoulder. "Keep up the good work with Mr. Henderson. Once you've matured a little more, I'll be more confident about letting you

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

legs, but the words just wouldn't come out. Soon, they reached the door to the private room, where the business partners were already waiting inside. By

commanding that even ina wheelchair, everyone he met couldn't help but lean

anything. "Ms. Lambert , you seem to have become much quieter this time." A flash of confusion crossed her face, and then the man continued, "I had the chance to meet you once about six years ago, here

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