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.

up any more of your time. Please, go on with

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

her chest. She continued following behind Ethan. She really wanted to ask about his legs, but the words just wouldn't come

wheelchair, everyone he met couldn't help but lean in slightly, their demeanor shifting to one of respect. He gave a brief nod and adjusted his wheelchair. The socializing officially began. The business partner who recognized Grace

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 crossed her face, and then the man continued, "I had the chance to meet you once about six years ago, here at this hotel. When

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