Regret Came Too Late

---- Chapter 155 Grace was already on her way to the hospital when she noticed acar following her through the rearview mirror. The familiar license plate belonged to none other than Yancey. Why wouldn't he just leave her alone? She took a deep breath and pushed the car's speed to the max. Yancey was unwilling to push her too hard, so he slowed down and kept his distance behind her. When Grace finally reached her destination, she saw how run- down the place was.

It would be hard to tell it apart at night from a haunted house. She exited the car and immediately spotted an elderly man sweeping the courtyard. Despite the hospital's dilapidated state, it was spotless. It seemed someone made sure to clean the dust that fell from the walls every single day. She hurried over, closing the distance to the elderly man, and couldn't help but ask, "Sir, the ground's already so clean.

Why don't you take a break?" The elderly man with white hair, whose name was Paul Brown, looked up at her, his expression changing to one of recognition. "Grace, is that you?" he asked. ---- Grace was taken aback. How did he know who she was? "Yes, that's me." Paul set down his broom and untied the apron from around his waist. "You haven't been here in a year. How have you been these days?" Grace held back her surprise and smiled faintly.

interior was filled with flowers, and in the middle of it all was asmall patch of open grass with a stone table and a few stone stools around it. She followed Paul ahead and sat on one of the stone stools. He said, "Sit here. I'll make some tea. I'll be right back." Grace quickly stood. "I'll help you." "No need, just sit." She reluctantly sat back down. Then, she spotted a shadowy

to ask him to leave. With someone ---- like Yancey, the more she pushed

Paul poured a cup of tea for Grace and asked, "Are you here to see Taylor again? He's still the same. If it weren't for the money you've been sending over all these years, he'd have

care of Taylor, and I'll keep that promise." Grace wanted to ask who Taylor was, but she would give herself away if she did. She simply held the teacup, staying silent. Just as she was about to speak, Paul continued, "Grace, you're a good person. It's a pity that Taylor wasn't born with good fortune. If he could wake