Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 280

Upon seeing how anxious Grace looked, Joanne quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

"My boyfriend's hurt, and he's not picking up the phone. I'm a little worried," Grace said.

"But I thought you two broke up. Why are you still worrying about him?"

Grace stared at the photo on her screen, her lips drawn into a thin line. "I don't know. Maybe I still like him a little. I just don't know how to deal with him. He's sensitive, and his temper is... peculiar."

He had never truly believed she loved him. That doubt was planted deep within him, almost pathological in its persistence.

She set her phone aside and took another sip of her soda. Just then, Joanne asked gently, "Grace, do you like Mr. Henderson?"

The sudden question somehow took Grace aback. She couldn't quite comprehend why Joanne would be curious about that.

Her brows furrowed as she said, "No, I don't have feelings for him. Besides, the Henderson family's internal struggle is far too complicated. I don't want to be caught in it, especially since I've already resigned from Henderson Group."

Joanne looked startled. "You resigned? When?"

"A few days ago." As she spoke, she noticed Joanne's mood shift. There was a lightness in her expression that hadn't been there a moment ago.

She said softly, "Grace, why don't you reconcile with your boyfriend? If you still like him, you should talk to him."

Grace massaged her temples. It wasn't that she didn't want to talk to him. It was Ed's obsessive nature that made it so difficult to approach him.

Her phone buzzed again. This time, it was a video.

In the clip, Ed's feet were perched precariously on the edge of a cliff. The sound of the wind was deafening, its howls reminiscent of tortured souls. It was far more terrifying than the storm in Siltham a few days ago.

Grace's heart leaped into her throat when she saw his feet dangling over the abyss. She immediately dialed his number again, but the call remained unanswered.

Her heart pounded violently as she hastily typed out a message. "Ed, don't do anything stupid. At least think about your family."

After the message was sent, it suddenly hit Grace that his brother had passed away and the gravestone was just outside his residence. A stabbing ache gripped her chest, and she quickly sent another message. "Think about me."

Her palms were slick with sweat. Deep down, something in her knew that he just might actually do it.