Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 182

Yancey turned and left the office immediately, determined to catch Ethan red-handed someday.

However, Grace was getting tired of Yancey always making things up. It really made her interactions with Ethan awkward.

As she turned to leave, she noticed Ethan trying to stand up. He accidentally knocked over his coffee cup, spilling coffee on his suit pants. His brow furrowed as he struggled to bend down and clean it up.

Grace quickly stepped forward and grabbed tissues from the desk. She then started wiping his pants. "Mr. Henderson, please sit down. Let me handle this."

His leg condition made it difficult for him to move, yet he still seemed reluctant to trouble others.

Ethan slowly sat back down and watched as she diligently cleaned the stain. Grace threw the used tissues in the trash, then found a mop to clean the coffee spill from the floor.

As she was about to put the mop away, she heard him say, "Ever since my legs became like this, I feel so useless."

Grace thought she was hearing things. Could someone as powerful as Ethan really have such worries?

Her chest tightened as she remembered his legs were in this condition because of her. She suddenly felt terrible. She quickly kneeled beside him with sincere concern.

"Please don't say that, Mr. Henderson. We all admire you. I watched your interview on Varnell Street, and you were amazing.

"Most importantly, you're still incredibly handsome. Aren't you doing physiotherapy for your legs? Won't they get better soon?"

She had already washed the coffee cup and placed it near Ethan. He held the cup's handle. "What if they never get better?" he mused.

Grace felt a chill run down her spine. If they never recovered, it would all be her fault. After thinking for a few minutes, she took his hand solemnly.

"If they don't get better, I'll take full responsibility for this."

Ethan's movements froze. A dark glint flashed through his eyes, but nobody saw it.

Grace let go of his hand hastily. She felt that no one could possibly bear seeing such a strong man appear so vulnerable.

After watching her leave, Ethan looked down at his fingers, his gaze dark. When his phone rang, he answered with slight irritation. He simply said, "Find something for Yancey to do."

The person on the other end said nothing and quickly hung up.

Tim was quick to do his job when Grace asked him to help her find a man named Brent Keeman. But seeing the location, she felt confused. "What kind of place is this?"

She had never heard of this place before and couldn't even find it on the map.

Tim merely glanced at it briefly. "Drive toward the lighthouse, then go right for about half a mile. There's an estate there—enter through the main gate, and you'll reach the outer area."

Grace frowned. Why all the mystery? "Is it dangerous?"

"Ms. Lambert, risk often comes with opportunity. You'll definitely find it eye-opening when you reach there."

Since he was one of Ethan's people, Grace didn't suspect anything and immediately followed his directions. When she arrived at the so-called estate, she was stunned just standing outside.