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

Oh, right. I almost forgot. Even if you

can't. Grace has already got

no way she's

that person said,

cracked. "Mrs. Lambert, I've been speaking

you've been keeping your eyes closed. Don't you think that's

disrespectful?"

all her hair and now wore only coarse, plain

Quentin was alive, he was really nice to her.

on the finest delicacies, and live a life most could only dream

had started from nothing together, and he

had loved Quentin more deeply than she had ever

Now that he was gone, life itself had lost all

colors, Carmen could no longer

and what was false.

of the convent, with only her prayers and

found a bittersweet kind of

beside her and made a

then did she speak.

know why you came. In the

by

forgot

too. The rift

my failure

her

would somehow make up for

owed Alice all

in the end, it

was a lie.

of it,

my father... Even

have nothing

own daughter can deceive

me,

a single word

calm, almost detached as if

of the world.

grew more desperate. "You don't even care about

locked away right now.

down again, and

a small, almost sorrowful

For what? He crossed

one should cross. Wrong

he should be punished.

If he

he would've

hands and knees

if

knows he's

visitor was speechless, his anger flaring uncontrollably. She

of prayer candles, the sound echoing sharply through the

to play the saint, Mrs. Lambert? Fine. When you

maybe then you'll finally realize how wrong you are.

ambition and you'll end up

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