Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 7

Grace was so furious that her chest ached. She wanted to quickly gather all her important documents, but when she opened the last drawer, she froze.

Inside was a pile of certificates. Among them were the Certified Public Accountant and Chartered Financial Analyst certificates, two of the most prestigious credentials in the finance industry.

Some of these certificates were known as the golden tickets to Varnell Street, yet they had been shoved into the most neglected corner.

Wasn't she supposed to be a useless woman who only knew how to chase after a man?

She scanned them briefly. Unwilling to stay in this house any longer, she quickly packed a few sets of clothes and prepared to leave.

Just then, Liam walked in. "Grace, are you running away from home again? Cut it out. I'm starving."

He strode over and yanked the suitcase out of her hands.

"If you don't go apologize to Mom and Alice right now, no one will bother themselves with you anymore. How long do you plan to be gone this time? Wasn't it just yesterday that you pulled this same stunt?

"You were gone for only a few hours before crawling back. You're embarrassing yourself, you know that? You're ruining the harmony of this household."

As he spoke, he angrily tossed her suitcase to the side, scattering her neatly packed clothes onto the floor.

"Do you know why everyone likes Alice more? She's gentle, educated, and competent at work. She's miles ahead of you. Seeing how Mom and Dad refuse to give you any shares, shouldn't you reflect on your own actions and attitude?"

While looking at her clothes on the floor, Grace's patience ran out. She raised her hand and slapped him across the face.

Liam clutched his cheek in shock. A red mark instantly swelled on his face. "You hit me?"

Grace had always been the one to endure everything in silence, always indulging him. And now, she had actually hit him?

His heart twisted for a moment, but soon, anger replaced the shock.

"You hit me? You actually hit me? Grace, I swear I'm done with you! Unless you cook for me for an entire year, don't even think about talking to me again! Just leave already! We all know you'll come crawling back in a few days anyway!"

He stormed off furiously.

As Grace dragged her suitcase downstairs, she heard Carmen's sharp voice.

"Unbelievable! Grace, you actually hit your own brother! You're completely out of control! Get outside and kneel until we're satisfied. Otherwise, you're no longer welcome in this house!"

Grace glanced at the couch. Alice was gently massaging Liam's swollen cheek, her eyes filled with concern.

Liam looked deeply moved. When he turned toward Grace, he even snorted coldly, exaggerating his reaction.

A stabbing pain shot through her heart. However, she had truly lost her memories. She no longer had the instinct to grovel for their affection.

She calmly pulled her suitcase toward the door and said evenly, "Good. I don't want to stay here anyway. Since I'm no longer welcome here, I'll leave. The four of you can live happily together. I won't disturb you anymore. Goodbye."

Carmen thought she had misheard. She trembled with rage. "You-you…! How did I give birth to such an ungrateful child? Fine, go! You've never worked a day in your life. Let's see how long you last out there. You'll be back begging in no time!"

Grace's response was the loud slam of the door.