Grace sat quietly in Ethan's car, a strange sense of unease settling in her chest.

Ever since Daphne died, it felt like she'd been caught in a web, and someone was pulling the strings.

The car stopped at Palm Bay. She didn't get out right away. After a few minutes of hesitation, she asked, "Mr. Henderson, are you planning to question me about what happened to Daphne?"

After all, Simon had clearly intended to pin it all on her tonight. If Holden brought her here instead, there had to be a reason, right? But she couldn't figure out what.

Ethan had already lowered his wheelchair from the car. He paused at her question, his expression unreadable. Then, without saying a word, he continued moving forward.

Grace had no choice but to follow him.

They went all the way to his bedroom door. She hesitated for a moment before slowly stepping inside.

The same magnolias were still in a vase by the headboard. Somehow, they still looked fresh, like they'd just been picked. They must've been treated with some kind of preservation technique.

She was about to ask him about the magnolias when his phone rang.

Ethan answered with his usual calm, but his tone had a sharp edge. "I'm busy. I won't be there tomorrow night."

Grace immediately figured it out. Every year, the Henderson family would be swamped around Christmas time. As the heir, Ethan had to handle all sorts of matters. He had to have a lot on his plate.

spent the next 30 minutes straight on the

sitting down, so she

the last call and looked up at


meant it was no longer her

a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. But she

she could be sometimes, had started to catch on. Since the moment she lost her memory, Ethan

A question she had been holding back for a long time finally slipped out. "Mr. Henderson, about your legs... Have you really never blamed me for

held a grudge against someone, there was no

freely So, why did he keep going out of his way

over in

His wrist was rigid and tense as he moved

too softly to catch. "Let's just

the back of his wheelchair. "Then consider us even now. You helped me, so

came to a stop. He stared straight ahead, pressing his fingers to

condition seemed to

she asked


head and maneuvered himself into the elevator.

headed toward the coffee table and pulled out a bottle of

were and just rushed to pour him a

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