Regret Came Too Late

Sunlight poured into the room as Grace threw off the covers and got out of bed, still feeling so anxious she thought she might throw up.

Sebastian stepped into the bedroom just as she sat down on the edge of the bed, her face pale and drenched in cold sweat. "Ms. Lambert, did you have a nightmare?"

She'd given him the code to her house door ages ago, but she hadn't expected him to show up that day.

Grace rubbed her temples and took a deep breath, trying to shake off the emotional wreckage from whatever she'd dreamt.

Sebastian walked over and opened the curtains. "You went to bed really late last night. Sorry for overstepping, but I wanted to remind you to take care of yourself. If Mr. Lambert were still around, he wouldn't want to see you running yourself into the ground.

"Also, something's up with Julian. Tristan's been stripped of his position, but there's no word yet on who's replacing him. I'm worried he's going to suspect you had something to do with it."

Grace lowered her gaze. The heat in her body still lingered, and the fear from her dream left her thoughts muddled.

"Sebastian, I underestimated Julian," she said quietly. "He definitely knew about Tristan and just chose to ignore it. Tristan was nothing but a joke to him. Even if his dad secretly gave that position to Tristan, Julian didn't care enough to interfere."

Julian basically ran his whole family. If his father did something behind his back, chances were, Julian knew long before anyone else. He just didn't care enough to call it out.

But once Tristan got exposed in public? Then he'd have to act. Tristan couldn't afford to be seen anymore.

Julian was ruthless, but fortunately, he hadn't come after her over this. If she ever did something like this again, she couldn't afford to leave any loose ends.

"Ms. Lambert, you should eat something. I ordered takeout."

was already setting everything out when she sat down at the dining

the night to get the backlog of paperwork

oatmeal, then suddenly asked, "Did I really hate Ethan that much

for a second as he peeled the plastic off an appetizer.

knew I hated him. Ethan's the kind of guy who doesn't tolerate disrespect. And I'm the reason he lost the use of his legs. Yet he never retaliated? When he goes

law

his oatmeal. "What do

still felt drained. The dream had left her rattled. And because of Ed, she couldn't just dig into her old memories.

of her regaining her memory was Ed. And right now, he was also the

really don't," she

got through half the oatmeal before setting

be shelved for now. Working with them might be nearly impossible, depending on who took over, especially if it was someone

but suddenly remembered her promise to Ed last night-she was supposed to bring

to her forehead, rubbing her temples, and placed an order at the restaurant in advance-something she

the door, Sebastian followed behind her, quietly carrying

of herself in the mirror. She looked tired and drawn. She'd only slept two hours last night, and the dream had been eating

least another two years. If we invest in Jasper and guide him right, he could take over in ten. That means you

let go. But you're right, Christmas is

the car, she made a quick detour to check

at a desk reading.