Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 72

That evening, Grace left work half an hour early, stopping by the supermarket to pick up fresh ingredients. Then, she rushed home.

With two hours until Ethan's arrival, she had more than enough time to prepare a small meal.

She worked alone in the kitchen, moving swiftly. Just as she was finishing and with only 20 minutes left before the scheduled time, the doorbell rang. Assuming it was Ethan, she quickly went to open the door.

"Eth—"

Before she could finish speaking, she saw Carmen standing outside.

Her mood instantly soured, and her expression turned cold.

Carmen shoved the door open without hesitation, the aroma of freshly cooked food immediately hitting her.

"Grace, you still have the heart to cook here?" Carmen snapped. "Do you even know that Alice and Liam have been craving your food? Alice is sick, and she keeps asking for your cooking. Get your things. You're coming home with me."

Grace didn't bother responding. She simply raised a hand to shut the door.

Carmen, already in a foul mood, shoved it open with force.

"You bought this place with Alice's money, didn't you?" she sneered. "She's sick now, and all she wants is a meal from you. Yet here you are, indifferent. You're heartless!"

She stormed into the dining area without invitation.

Seeing the beautifully plated dishes arranged neatly on the table, Carmen's fury spiked. Without a second thought, she grabbed the edge of the tablecloth and yanked.

In an instant, the dishes toppled over. Food splattered across the floor, and plates shattered. Even the tablecloth landed in a crumpled mess on the ground.

"Alice and Liam haven't had a single bite, but you're here feasting alone?" Carmen spat.

Grace stood still for several seconds, her chest rising and falling. Without a word, she pulled out her phone and called building management.

The staff in the security office hesitated. "Ms. Lambert, we didn't intentionally let her up. She said she was your mother, and just a few days ago, she bought a villa for her other daughter. One of our staff recognized her, so we let her through."

"I don't know her. Right now, she's trespassing and causing a disturbance. Please remove her immediately," Grace said coolly.

Carmen never thought she'd see the day when security threw her out. Standing outside the complex, she stomped her foot in frustration, shaking with rage.

This was the second time she had come looking for Grace in such a short period. Her patience had run dry. If Alice didn't love Grace's cooking, she wouldn't have bothered. From now on, she'd pretend this daughter never existed.

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Inside her house, Grace had crouched down to pick up the shattered porcelain. Just then, she heard the sound of a wheelchair approaching.

Ethan was at the entrance, dressed in a crisp, freshly tailored suit.

Grace had thought she was already numb toward humiliation. But why did Ethan always show up at the worst possible moments?

Her fingers tightened around the broken pieces of the dish. Her voice was hoarse when she finally said, "Mr. Henderson, I'm sorry. Maybe it's best if you eat out tonight."

Even with the memory loss that had caused her to forget everything about the Lambert family, something inside her still ached.

She bent down, collecting the shattered porcelain. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her fingers, and blood trickled from a fresh cut.

The wheelchair rolled closer. Then, Ethan caught her hand.

"Don't move. I'll have Tim clean it up."

As his assistant, Tim handled almost everything for him. He had been standing outside the door all this time.

Grace noticed the surprise flashing across Tim's face when Ethan said that. For some reason, it made her want to laugh.

"That's unnecessary," she muttered. "I can clean it myself."

She tried to pull her hand away and continue picking up the pieces.

"Tim," Ethan called out.