Regret Came Too Late

---- Chapter 247 Grace's mind was in turmoil. She couldn't fall asleep, unsure if what had just happened was a dream or reality. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess. It wasn't until evening that Joanne arrived at her hospital room. Joanne looked pale. Her face was ashen, looking as if she had lost a lot of blood. Even when she sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers trembled slightly. Grace grew concerned and quickly got out of bed. "What happened?

Is the wound hurting?" Joanne slowly shook her head, but the pallor on her face was evident. "Grace, I'm going to discharge myself." Her voice was hoarse, and she looked like she had been crying. It seemed like she had cried a lot. Grace felt her heart tighten. "Did something happen at home? She didn't remember much about Joanne's family situation. "No, I'm just really tired. I want to go home and sleep. I can't sleep here at the hospital." "Alright, then I'll take you home," Grace offered.

---- "No, I want to be alone for a while." Joanne's voice was heavy with sadness, and when she tried to stand, she almost stumbled. Grace could tell she didn't want to talk about it, so she didn't press further. After Joanne left, Grace also felt like going home. The interruption had taken her mind off Ethan, and she didn't think about him anymore. But as she sat in the car and checked her phone, she realized it had been on silent mode. There were many messages from Ed. "What are you doing?

"Three hours and no reply-are you upset?" 'The messages were piling up. There were over 20 in total. Grace was tired, and she didn't have the energy to scroll through them all. She decided to just go home. Once home, she lay down on the bed to rest. When she was half -asleep, she felt someone gently wiping sweat from

to her heart. ---- "pap" She called out his name, reaching for her phone to check the time. But suddenly, a spoon was brought to her lips, accompanied by his voice. "Eat something."

soup, and the smell of something delicious lingered in the air from the living room. "Did you make this yourself?" she asked. His fingers trembled slightly. "I'm not very good at it." The air carried a strange aroma, a sign that he had tried several times but failed. Grace finished the soup and felt much better. "So, when you live alone, what do you eat?" "Just whatever.