Regret Came Too Late

There were only the two of them in the room, and Simon had always hated Grace. She was pretty sure that if she said the wrong thing, he wouldn't hesitate to pull a gun and shoot her on the spot.

She said, "Mr. Yule, would you believe me if I told you I had nothing to do with Daphne's death?"

A faint smirk flickered in Simon's eyes. He lifted her chin with the end of his cigarette.

"You don't remember much about your past, do you? This isn't the first time someone's died because of you. The Yule family has had enough. They've made it clear that it's time you pay the price. So, whether you did it or not..."

Before he could finish, someone knocked on the door.

Simon glanced over, and his eyes widened when he saw Ethan. For a second, he thought he was seeing things. What the hell was Ethan doing here?

Ethan sat in a wheelchair, his eyes landing on the cigarette in Simon's hand, still hovering near Grace's chin.

Something about Ethan's stare made Simon uncomfortable. He quickly pulled the cigarette back and straightened up. "Ethan... What are you doing here?"

Ethan didn't answer and shifted his gaze to Grace.

Grace didn't flatter herself into thinking he was there for her, so she stayed put.

lowered his gaze and said

the words were meant for him.

if searching for the right words. Then,

a trace of confusion in her

him and only then

Henderson, are you

that, even Simon's composure cracked. He quickly strode over

Are you

Ethan didn't take his eyes off Grace. "Let's go," he

she was

the backseat. Up in the front seat, Tim was

everyone she had contact with recently, and only her boyfriend had

at Ethan, who had his eyes closed, resting. Something was off.

and the chaos pack home in the Henderson family, he had more than enough on his plate.

Ethan was planning

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