Regret Came Too Late

Jodie's lips trembled, her gaze blazing like she wanted to tear Grace apart.

Grace's brows knitted as she stared at the crushed flowers on the ground, anger bubbling in her chest.

Jodie's voice was cold and deadly as she spat, "You'd better watch your back!"

Then, she turned on her heel, walked off to pay, and told the staff to send every last magnolia to Palm Bay.

Grace stood frozen, her emotions wiped clean in an instant.

Selene gave her shoulder a quick pat. "Keep an eye out. I don't think she's in her right mind."

Grace let out a dry smile. Not acting right was putting it mildly—she felt like she was hunted by a rabid dog.

She exhaled, gave up on the idea of buying flowers, and just headed home with her groceries.

Jodie, on the other hand, walked into Palm Bay with an armful of magnolias, practically glowing as she handed them to the maid.

"Handle these with care-put them in something nice."

One maid piped up, "The best vase was taken by Mr. Henderson already. He went through a whole bunch before Mr. Bennett brought one in from elsewhere."

Jodie blinked in surprise. Since when did Ethan care so much about magnolias?

When she saw Tim step out, she rushed straight over.

"Tim, can you take these flowers to Uncle Ethan for me?"

After getting scolded for going into his bedroom without asking, she hadn't dared to set foot in there again.

Tim was her only way in now. He looked at the mountain of magnolias in the hall and sighed.

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