Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 151

There were others in the private room; coincidentally, they were Damien and Julian.

Damien was even busier than Ethan, and with the Jensen family still in a delicate state, he rarely made time for social gatherings. The only people who could get him to show up were a few select members of their inner circle.

Yancey ignored everyone else, his gaze fixed directly on Ethan.

Ethan lifted his gaze slightly, though it was unclear if he actually acknowledged him.

The anger surged through Yancey instantly, and he stormed forward.

"Uncle Ethan, I have something to ask you," he said.

Ethan raised an eyebrow, his expression still as impassive as ever.

Yancey turned to Julian and Damien. "Would you mind stepping out for a moment?"

Julian and Damien exchanged a glance. Just as Julian was about to fire off a sarcastic remark, he met Ethan's gaze.

Without a word, Julian grabbed Damien's arm. "Let's go."

Damien didn't say anything either since he'd also been in a foul mood lately.

Once they left, the lighting in the room remained as dim as before.

Yancey had grown up in the shadow of Ethan's influence. Now, with just the two of them, he felt his confidence crumble as if half of his power had evaporated.

No one in the entire Henderson family dared to challenge Ethan.

Sometimes, Yancey even wondered if he was some kind of monster. How else could he be so perfect in every way?

His fingers curled into a fist at his side. The sharp pain brought him back to reality, offering him just a flicker of courage.

"Don't you have anything to say to me, Uncle Ethan?"

Ethan's fingers still held the stem of his wine glass, and he glanced into the deep crimson liquid. "Like what?"

Yancey, unable to match his composure, spoke with rising urgency.

"About Grace. When exactly did you two get involved? Was it before or after she lost her memory? If it was after, then you're just taking advantage of her.

"She hates you and despises you, but she's just forgotten that for now. You must have known about her memory loss long before."

Ethan sipped his wine, his demeanor still as casual as ever. "Oh? She lost her memory?"

Yancey's expression darkened even further.

He had the distinct feeling that the man sitting across from him was not the same untouchable, cold figure he had always known.

Something about Ethan had changed. He seemed utterly unbothered, almost invincible to whatever was said."

Yancey was so enraged that his scalp tingled, and his words became even more reckless.

"Grace's lips were swollen tonight. Did you do that to her, Uncle Ethan?"

Ethan immediately laughed, and the sound of it sent a chill down Yancey's spine.

"What right do you have to question me? Weren't you just posting a few hours ago about how men and women get married and go their separate ways? Does she really need to report to you who she kisses?"

Yancey's pupils constricted, and for a moment, he couldn't find a way to respond.

Damn it! Why did he have to post that?

His body trembled as the last bit of color drained from his face.

"So, are you admitting that you kissed her, Uncle Ethan?"

"Who said I'm admitting to anything?"

Yancey felt utterly defeated in this back-and-forth and was being manipulated at every turn.

They were cold as ice when facing outsiders.

Yancey walked outside, where the night air hit him like a slap, suddenly snapping him back to reality.

He hadn't had the chance to think it through under Ethan's oppressive presence just now.

The truth was that Ethan's words had been misleading. He wanted him to believe that he and Grace had been involved before her memory loss.

But that was impossible. Yancey was clear on how much Grace had despised Ethan back then, and she could never have secretly gotten involved with him.

It had to be Ethan, secretly coveting her for so long, waiting for the opportunity. And now, he was seizing the chance to worm his way in, given her memory loss.

That had to be it.

When Yancey sat in the driver's seat, he was still trembling, and his hands were tightening around the steering wheel uncontrollably.

He took a deep breath and slammed his fist against the wheel.

He was furious at himself for being so weak, for feeling completely helpless.

Damn it!

The car horn blared loudly. He stared ahead and slumped back in the seat.

The most pressing issue now was that Grace had truly lost her memory.

She had no clue how Ethan felt about her. And yet, she'd walked right into the lion's den, working on the top floor of his company without a second thought.

What if, when she regained her memories, she regretted it so much that she wanted to jump off a building?

Yancey took out a lighter and lit a cigarette. The emotions in his eyes flickered. Then, he finally understood what he needed to do.

As he had said before, it was crucial that Grace regained her memory and understood how Ethan felt about her.