The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 208
Patric witnessed Grace’s tearful breakdown and couldn’t help but shed tears himself. He tightly hugged her, comforting her to calm down. “Girl, take a deep breath. It’s not your fault. Don’t burden. yourself with all the blame. Torturing yourself like this will only crush your spirit”
But Grace clung tightly to his cuff, her mind haunted by the nightmare from the day before the accident. She couldn’t hear Patric’s words and her tears kept flowing. “Third brother, I always thought he hijacked the plane to kill me. I despised him and tortured him, refusing to listen to any explanations. The abuse he endured was real. It’s all my fault I killed him” It’s all because of me. Patric held her tear-stained face, repeating his reassurances gently. ‘No, you’re not at fault. You didn’t kill him. It was his choice. He’s gone now, but your life still continues. Don’t let yourself suffer anymore.”
“But, third brother””
She retreated into Patric’s embrace, sobbing uncontrollably.
“I wanted to numb myself too. I drank so much alcohol, trying to forget everything and regain my senses, but I couldn’t. The more I drank, the clearer my mind became. 1′””
Her crying became so intense that she struggled to breathe and eventually succumbed to an overwhelming drowsiness.
“Girl!”
Patric panicked and quickly called for a doctor, carrying her out of the bathroom and bringing her back to the room on the third floor.
Since the room was filled with men, it was inconvenient to change Grace’s clothes and tend to her body. Patric asked Fifteen to drive and bring Nancy’s mother to the Cloud View Villa.
A group of people surrounded Grace, w
was in a fever-induced coma, not leaving her side for a moment. The doctor arrived and administered a fever-reducing injection, but Grace’s condition remained weak. After three days of drinking high-concentration white wine on an empty stomach, her stomach had almost been burned through. She received two bags of intravenous matrition, gradually restoring color to her pale face.
They continued with various treatments, working tirelessly for two days and nights until the weak figure on the bed finally stirred awake.
Grace’s head throbbed, and her first words upon waking echoed the same name. “Year of the Emperor**

Though her voice was hoarse, Patric sat beside her bed and heard her clearly. He sighed softly while helping her cool
the freshly stewed chicken soup from Mrs. Mellis. “Girl, forget about him. Third brother believes that you will meet a better man in the future, someone who loves you even
more.”
Grace stared at him in shock, ready to refute, but no words escaped her lips.
In this realistic society, how many people are capable of sacrificing their lives for each other? She believed she would never encounter a love like his again in her lifetime.
Her heart ached with a colicky pain, and she wrestled with her emotions.
Patric understood her struggle, but he had no choice but to gently persuade her, “You’re still young. The days ahead will get better and better. Don’t dwell on this grief anymore, okay? Look at how worn out you’ve been since you returned from his funeral. It breaks third brother’s heart to see you like this.”
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“If Dad and the second brother knew, they would be heartbroken too. Instead of dwelling on your own pain, think about these relatives who love you, alright?”
Grace turned her face away, ignoring his words and looking out the window, lost in her own thoughts.
“Come on, girl, have some chicken soup. Mrs. Mellis made it with care. It’s delicious.” Patric urged, offering a spoonful to her.
Grace remained silent, her pale and parched lips tightly sealed.
Knowing her stubbornness, Patric sighed once again, realizing he needed to change his approach.
“Since you want to make amends for him, you need to get better soon. With his passing, only two women remain in the Feng family. Although all the assets are now in your hands, you must help Mr. Smith settle down with his family.”
A glimmer of light flickered in Grace’s eyes, catching Patric’s attention.
Eager to seize the opportunity, Patric continued, “You need to recover and come up with the best solution. You must think about your future steps, don’t you agree?”
She lowered her eyes, deep in contemplation.
Patric quickly handed her the bowl of chicken soup again, gently coaxing her, “That’s why we’re having chicken soup now. Take care of your health first so you can handle these matters.”
This time, Grace didn’t refuse. She drank the soup he offered.
Patric knew that Nineteen had mentioned not to bring up Edgar’s name, so he refrained from doing so. He continued to encourage Grace, telling her about the responsibilities that awaited her in the Feng family and the Fallen Group.
With two days of rest, her body had recovered considerably, and her voice gradually regained strength. In the morning, as she lay in bed sipping chicken congee, she called Nineteen into the room.
“Miss, did you call for me?” Nineteen asked as he entered.
Grace sipped her congee, her face expressionless, and asked, “How is Nick?”