Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 216

Grace's knees were covered in blood from kneeling, but that still couldn't compare to the anxiety in her heart.

She kept glancing in Jordan's direction, and only after seeing him go back upstairs again did she finally take out her phone to reply to Ed's message.

"Is it serious? Have you taken any medication?" she asked.

Jordan pushed open the door to Ethan's room with a very stern expression.

"Ethan, you're going to stay home and rest up properly this time."

Ethan leaned against the bed and simply replied with a hum.

Jordan had always known this son wasn't a man of many words, and there was nothing Jordan could do about it. "I don't want something like this happening again. Or else, kneeling downstairs will be the least of what Grace has to go through."

Upon hearing that Grace was kneeling, Ethan's hands clenched slowly on the bedsheet, but his face barely showed any reaction.

Seeing that Ethan remained unmoved, Jordan let out a sigh of relief. "Your condition seems to have improved lately, so I guess she's somewhat effective after all. I even thought she was trying to trick me before. Get some rest at home."

"Mm."

Ethan lowered his gaze, seemingly tired already.

Jordan got the hint, stood up, and left Palm Bay straight away.

It had just started drizzling outside. Just as Grace thought she would be kneeling there until sunrise, the glass door to the courtyard was suddenly swung open. Ethan had a coat draped over him, standing not too far away from her.

Grace's eyes instantly lit up. She got up in a hurry and wanted to walk over to him.

But she rose too quickly. Just halfway up, she crashed back down, and a sharp stone directly jabbed into her knee.

Ethan's pupils constricted briefly. He instinctively wanted to go over to her, but he heard her say, "Mr. Henderson, don't—it's cold outside. You stay right there, I'll be there in a moment."

Gritting her teeth, she dug the stone out of her flesh. In less than ten seconds, she made her way to him. Her face was pale, but she still looked full of spirit.

Ethan's hand, hanging by his side, trembled slightly.

Grace noticed his lips make a subtle twitch twice, as if he wanted to say something.

She stood there earnestly, wanting to hear what he had to say.

But all he said was, "Grace."

Grace was a bit confused, but still let out a faint smile. "Thank goodness, you're fine. You scared the crap out of me.

"If anything ever happened to you because of me, I would never forgive myself. Oh, yeah—are you hungry? I can make you something to eat."

Everything Ethan wanted to say suddenly got stuck. He lowered his gaze, slowly inhaled, and said, "Yeah."

Grace helped him to the couch. As she was just about to head to the kitchen, Ethan grabbed her by her wrist.

He had a complicated look in his eyes, like they were veiled in heavy fog. "Take a seat. Let's treat your wound first."

She could still fight through the pain and tried to wave it off. "I'm fine—"

But before she could finish her sentence, he had already pressed her down firmly against the couch.

Grace sat on the couch as her pant legs were soon quickly rolled up to her thigh, revealing her bloodstained knees.

Ethan asked someone to bring him the first-aid kit. He rolled up his sleeves, intending to sterilize her wounds himself.

Grace suddenly thought of something and pulled her feet back.

"I can do it myself," she said.

Grace quickly snatched the disinfectant spray from his hand, aimed at her wounds, and sprayed her knees twice. Then she bent down, grabbed some styptic ointment from the first-aid kit, randomly smeared it on, and rolled her pant legs back down.