Regret Came Too Late

Chapter 332

"The meeting dragged on until 10:00 pm.

Everyone was completely drained, and even Grace herself answered candidly

when asked about the company's future. What they needed now were profitable

projects. Without them, the company would continue their slow death march until

they inevitably collapsed.

After all, under the executives were still thousands of employees relying on a

paycheck. The monthly expenses were astronomical. Once the cash ran dry,

bankruptcy would be inevitable.

By the time Grace got home, her eyes were burning from exhaustion. All she

wanted now was to crash and get some sleep.

Unbeknownst to her, someone was already on their way to Carmen that very

night.

After Quentin's funeral, Carmen chose to leave the world behind and become a

nun at a convent nestled four hours outside the city.

Someone made the long drive through the night to reach her, ready to twist the

truth.

"Your beloved son was led astray by her," the visitor said in a steady, patient

voice.

"All the old executives who built the company alongside Quentin-she fired them

all. Don't you want to come out and set things right? Don't you want to see your

son, who's been suffering?"

Carmen kept her eyes closed, slowly rolling her rosary beads between her fingers

while continuing to mutter verses under her breath.

The visitor wasn't fazed by the cold reception and kept going.

"Mrs. Lambert, you're Quentin's wife. The public trusts you. If you come forward

and tell everyone that Grace orchestrated all of this out of greed for the Lambert

family's fortune, then Liam might still have a chance.

"People won't blame him; they'll just pity him for being betrayed by his own sister."

Still, Carmen's eyes remained shut, and her lips moved in constant prayer.

The visitor sneered, "Why don't you try calling Liam yourself? Everything I'm

is real. I'm not lying. Oh, right. I almost forgot. Even if you want

can't. Grace has already got him locked down. Until

there's no way she's

person said, Carmen

cracked. "Mrs. Lambert,

eyes closed. Don't you think that's

disrespectful?"

hair and now wore only coarse, plain

was alive, he was really nice to her.

dine on the finest delicacies, and live a life most could

together, and

deeply than she

Now that he was gone, life itself had

colors, Carmen could no

and what was false.

the convent, with only her prayers and the distant echo of

found a bittersweet kind of

a candle beside her and made

then did she speak.

know why you came. In

by

I forgot that

too. The

failure as a

her

make

Alice all these

it was all a

was a

of it, I lost

my father... Even

have nothing

daughter can deceive

completely, tell me,

single

voice was calm, almost detached as if

of the world.

visitor grew more desperate. "You don't even

away right now. Only you

lit another candle, kneeled down again, and resumed her prayers.

a small,

For what? He

should

should be

If he

he would've

and knees to

me. But if he's

he knows

speechless, his anger flaring uncontrollably. She knocked

sound echoing sharply through

play the saint, Mrs. Lambert? Fine.

realize how wrong you are.

end up an

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