Regret Came Too Late

---- Chapter 258 When Grace got into the car, all she felt was utter exhaustion. She didn't sleep a wink last night and had so much to do this morning. Her mind was in chaos. She had even begun to wonder-who started the fire? Could it be Ethan? Considering that this happened to the Lambert family only a few hours after Grace antagonized him, Ethan was definitely a strong suspect . But she had provoked him before and came out just fine. He didn't seem like someone who'd hold a petty grudge.

Grace rubbed her temples. Then again, maybe this was the last straw for Ethan. After all, Ethan had pulled a gun, so the suspicion still stood. Her head was muddled on the whole drive to Henderson Group. When she finally sat at her desk, the whole room spun so hard that she couldn't help but lay on her table for a bit. But she had barely dozed off when a bucket of water was dumped over her head, making her shiver. Her whole workspace was soaked. Looking up, she saw Jodie's smug face.

With a raised brow, Jodie held the bucket she had snatched from a janitor, looking pleased with herself. "T've told you before, Grace. I'll make you regret your decisions every time I see you. Either quit this job and ---- disappear from my sight forever or get used to this." Grace heard the snickers from around the office -like they were laughing at how she had pissed off the princess. She wiped the water from her face and gave Jodie a small smile. "Ms.

dare the bitch mention this! It was because of Grace that she ended up in the hospital. Today, she was here to teach this bitch a lesson! But before she could hit Grace with the bucket, Grace grabbed her

from the hospital not long ago, the injury on her head had not fully healed. Everything went black for a second after she got hit. "Grace Lambert! I swear I'm getting Uncle Ethan to fire you today!" She clutched her head, glaring at Grace with pure hatred. No! Not only was she going to have Grace fired, she

fight back. At this moment, nobody dared say a word. There

away and asked instead, "Mr. Henderson, are you feeling better?" His fingers froze in mid-air. He looked away, his expression suppressed. "Mm." "Was it you? Did you cause the fire at the Lambert residence?" Ethan looked up, and something in his gaze

," Grace answered. He began coughing uncontrollably again. He gently covered his mouth with a handkerchief, his face flushing. But he still didn't look at her. Grace was getting impatient . Her mood had already been at ---- rock bottom. "Mr. Henderson, all I need is