Regret Came Too Late

Chapter 280

Upon seeing how anxious Grace looked, Joanne quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

"My boyfriend's hurt, and he's not picking up the phone. I'm a little worried," Grace said.

"But I thought you two broke up. Why are you still worrying about him?"

Grace stared at the photo on her screen, her lips drawn into a thin line. "I don't know. Maybe I still like him a little. I just don't know how to deal with him. He's sensitive, and his temper is... peculiar."

He had never truly believed she loved him. That doubt was planted deep within him, almost pathological in its persistence.

She set her phone aside and took another sip of her soda. Just then, Joanne asked gently, "Grace, do you like Mr. Henderson?"

The sudden question somehow took Grace aback. She couldn't quite comprehend why Joanne would be curious about that.

Her brows furrowed as she said, "No, I don't have feelings for him. Besides, the Henderson family's internal struggle is far too complicated. I don't want to be caught in it, especially since I've already resigned from Henderson Group."

Joanne looked startled. "You resigned? When?"

"A few days ago." As she spoke, she noticed Joanne's mood shift. There was a lightness in her expression that hadn't been there a moment ago.

She said softly, "Grace, why don't you reconcile with your boyfriend? If you still like him, you should talk to him."

she didn't want to talk to him. It was Ed's

This time,

perched precariously on the edge of a cliff. The sound of the wind was deafening, its howls reminiscent of tortured

saw his feet dangling over the abyss. She immediately dialed his number again, but the call remained

as she hastily typed out a message. "Ed, don't do anything

was sent, it suddenly hit Grace that his brother had passed away and the gravestone was just outside his residence. A stabbing ache gripped her chest, and she quickly sent another message. "Think about

slick with sweat. Deep down, something in her knew that he just might actually do

his temperament, but through the times they had spent together, she had come to realize that beneath his stubborn obsession lay something deeper. And it wasn't something

no reply. Gritting her teeth, she sent another

again. I'll regret breaking up with you. I like you.

vef

else. Do

open it yourself?"

see that she was only saying this to bring

believed her. Finally, a

seized the moment by saying, "Really. I'm coming to find you now. If I don't see you, I'll look for another

anyone else. I'll come back," he

from her palms. She had initially visited Joanne to spend the night, but now,

the couch, she said, "Joanne, I have something to

door,