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Regret Came Too Late

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"Ms. Grace Lambert in Bed 16, have you not recalled anything? You've been hospitalized for three days now. You need to get a family member to pay the hospital bill soon," said a nurse.

Grace had bandages wrapped around her head. She gave the nurse an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, but I really can't remember my phone's password."

"Do you have an emergency contact?"

"I…"

Before she could finish speaking, the door to the hospital room was pushed open forcefully. A young man with sharp features walked in, his expression looking impatient.

"How many times is this now? What kind of game are you playing again? You dragged Alice out with you, and it ended in a car accident. If she hadn't been lucky, you would've ruined her face!

"Grace, let me make this clear—our engagement is off! Stop thinking you can win me over with these little tricks. Even if you threw yourself into a river, I wouldn't care!"

Behind Yancey Henderson stood a gentle-looking woman who lightly tugged on his sleeve.

"Yancey, I'm fine, really. Grace didn't do it on purpose. My injuries have already healed, so please don't blame her anymore. Luckily, when the windshield shattered, it didn't cut my face. Otherwise…"

Grace's eyes flashed with confusion. She touched the bandages on her head.

She had only woken up that morning. The nurse told her that she had barely survived and that they hadn't been able to reach any of her family members.

Yancey frowned. He was indeed handsome, dressed in an impeccably tailored suit. At that moment, he held Alice Lambert tightly in his arms.

"Grace, Alice is the one I like. You and I may have grown up together, but I have never had those kinds of feelings for you. You've been following me around like a lovesick puppy for five years now. Don't you find it disgusting?

"Alice never dared to confess her feelings for me because you were always chasing after me. I'm making it clear today—your behavior is pathetic. Alice and I are already together, and we've been intimate with each other. I'm not leaving her!"

Alice's face was full of emotion as she clung to his arm, a hint of triumph flickering across her delicate features. "Yancey…"

Grace lowered her eyes, watching the two of them with their intimate display. Her heart felt like it was being eaten away by ants, leaving her breathless. A flood of emotions overwhelmed her, and her eyes burned. However, she forced herself to stay composed and cut them off.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know who you two are. But I think I do have a boyfriend. Do either of you know his number? Please ask him to come see me."

Somewhere in the depths of her mind, there was someone like that.

Yancey's eyes flickered with confusion and shock, but then he quickly scoffed. Was this another one of her acts?

At that moment, the television on the wall was broadcasting financial news. The headline reported the return of Ethan Henderson, the youngest head of Henderson Group.

Rumors swirled that Ethan had been in a car accident two years ago, leaving both his legs crippled and half his face scarred. Since then, he has refused to make public appearances.

Yancey lifted his hand and pointed at the screen. "That's my uncle, Ethan Henderson. He's your boyfriend. I'll give you his number. Go find him."

He picked up Grace's phone, easily unlocking it with practiced ease, and left behind a string of digits.

Beside him, Alice covered her mouth, amusement flickering in her eyes as she whispered, "Yancey, is this really okay? Two years ago, because of her, your uncle…"

Yancey pulled Alice into his arms, his gaze filled with scorn.

Someone who had chased after him for five years wouldn't give up so easily. This had to be a new trick—playing hard to get.

Since she claimed she didn't remember who her boyfriend was, he would let her deal with Ethan, the person she hated the most.

"You've got the contact now, Grace. This time, you better keep up the act for at least a week. Otherwise, even if you beg on your knees, I won't spare you another glance."

After saying that, Yancey wrapped his arm around Alice's waist and left without hesitation.

Grace stared at the string of numbers on her phone. That man just now had claimed to be her fiancé, yet he hadn't shown a shred of concern for her from beginning to end. All he cared about was defending Alice.

It felt like an iron wire was tightening around her heart. Her face turned paler as a dull pain spread through her chest.

Alice looked like she had recovered fully, while she, the one being blamed, had barely survived.

How could a man like that possibly be her fiancé?

She had been missing for three days, yet no one from her family had reached out to her. The only thing lingering in her hazy mind was the faint memory of having a boyfriend.

Without hesitation, she dialed the number.

It was answered by a robotic, professional voice, which likely belonged to an assistant.

"Ms. Lambert?"

"Hello. Is this Ethan Henderson? I think I lost my memory in a car accident, and I—"

"Mr. Henderson just returned to Druville and is still undergoing rehabilitation. Last time, you called him with the exact same excuse, asking him to pick you up. You even used the same car accident story. And he actually went—only to end up in that accident with you.

"Ms. Lambert, if you have even a shred of conscience left, please don't contact Mr. Henderson again."

"But I—"

The call was abruptly cut off.

Grace let out a sigh and leaned back against the pillow. Her head throbbed, and a sense of fear and uncertainty about the future crept in.

She glanced down at her unlocked phone. At least her payment app was still accessible.

She handed the phone to the nurse who had just walked in. "Could you check if there's enough balance on this?"

Her eyes swept over her transaction history. Just a week ago, she had spent exactly 200 thousand dollars. It seemed she had bought a pair of men's cufflinks. That meant she wasn't short on money, right?

The nurse's voice snapped her out of her thoughts. "Insufficient balance. The emergency treatment and hospitalization fees total 20 thousand dollars."

Grace lowered her gaze, confusion evident on her delicate face. She had just spent 200 thousand dollars a week ago. How could she not even have 20 thousand dollars left in her account now?

She went through the contact list and found one labeled Mom.

Taking a deep breath, she called the number.

The moment the call connected, an angry voice lashed out at her.

"So, you still remember to call me, huh? Grace, how old are you now? Why are you still playing these childish games? Yancey and Alice have been secretly dating for a long time. Alice never told you because she didn't want to hurt your feelings.

"But what do you do? You see them kiss once and drag Alice out, leading to a car accident! You're such a burden! Honestly, you should've just died out there! Alice has always been so considerate of you as her sister, and all you do is resort to these dirty tricks! How did I give birth to such a vile creature like you?"

Grace was about to say something when she suddenly heard Alice's voice on the other end.

"Mom, I think Grace might have lost her memory this time. Maybe you should go easy on her."

"Memory loss? How many times has she 'lost her memory' this year alone? What a fool—always pulling the same stunt. If she really had any backbone, she'd stay gone forever. That way, I wouldn't have to deal with the stress of her existence.

"Alice, stop defending her. Haven't you suffered enough over the years? Yancey confessed to you first, but because of your kindness, you let Grace cling to him like a fool. She never dared to confront him directly, so she takes it all out on you. You're too kind, my dear."

Upon hearing this, Grace felt a sharp pain in her chest, an unbearable bitterness spreading through her heart.

Was this really her mother? Why was she just like Yancey—never once asking how she was or concerned about her injuries?

She opened her mouth, her voice trembling in disbelief. "Are you really my mother?"

What kind of mother would say such vile things to her daughter?

"What do you mean by that, Grace? Are you trying to give me a heart attack? If you don't want to acknowledge me as your mother, then fine! I don't want a disgraceful daughter like you either! Do you have any idea how many humiliating things you've done chasing after Yancey?

"Can you stop embarrassing yourself for once? You even got jealous when I bought Alice an extra car. Do you even see her as your sister? I don't want to see you for the time being. Didn't you lose your memory? Just stay gone! Our family will be much more peaceful without you. What a jinx!"

The call ended abruptly.

Grace stared at her phone, the dull ache in her chest refusing to fade. Something wet slid down her cheek.

She reached up and touched her face—they were her tears.

She scrolled through her social media feed and realized Alice had posted something new.

It was a photo taken before a massive floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the river in Druville, with fireworks exploding in the night sky.

The caption read, "With my loved ones by my side."

The reflection in the glass revealed Yancey and two blurred figures of middle-aged adults.

A sharp pain stabbed through her chest, and Grace nearly doubled over from it.

Grace didn't know who to turn to for the 20 thousand dollars. In the end, at 9:00 pm, she called Ethan again.

A deep and slightly hoarse voice came through the receiver, reminding her of snowflakes on a winter night.

"Grace Lambert?"

It was as if an invisible hand tightened around her throat, suffocating her with overwhelming grievances.

"Hello, Ethan. Can you lend me 20 thousand dollars? I'm in the hospital and can't afford the medical bills."

The only response was the sound of steady breathing and the faint rustling of fabric.

Just as Grace was preparing herself for rejection, she heard him ask, "Account number?"

"Let… Let me find it."

She quickly grabbed the bag beside her and started searching frantically, afraid he would hang up before she could give him the details.

The nurse told her this was her bag, but inside, there were only cosmetics for touch-ups.

Finally, she found a card in the innermost compartment and quickly read out the number.

In less than a minute, the notification of a bank transfer came through.

Grace hesitated to hang up. After all, this was the only person willing to acknowledge her since she had woken up with amnesia.

However, she hesitated for three full minutes, unsure of what to say.

Surprisingly, Ethan didn't hang up either.

In the quiet stillness of the call, they could hear each other's breath.

"Ethan, I…"

"Are your injuries serious?"

His voice wasn't gentle. If anything, it carried the same chill of a late-night breeze.

Yet to Grace, it was the first true concern she had heard since waking up.

Something stirred in her heart, but her words failed her, so she simply said, "I'm fine now. Thank you. I'll find a way to pay you back."

"Grace, how long are you planning to lie to me this time?"

Her heart skipped a beat. Panicking, she quickly hung up the phone, her thoughts a mess.

What did he mean by that? Had she lied to him many times before?

No matter how hard she thought about it, she couldn't make sense of it. Instead, she only got more confused.

For now, all she could do was settle her outstanding hospital bill and complete the paperwork for her discharge.

However, when she stepped out of the hospital, she found herself at a complete loss. She had no money and no idea where she lived.

Eventually, she found an address in her message records and took a taxi there.

The place was a beautiful villa with a meticulously maintained garden.

The taxi driver tapped the steering wheel. "That'll be a hundred dollars. Are you paying cash or online transfer?"

Grace got out of the car with an awkward expression. Coincidentally, a luxury car pulled up in front of her.

The window rolled down, revealing Yancey's face. Alice, looking fresh and delicate, was in the passenger seat.

Alice stepped out of the car and asked with concern, "Grace, why did you leave the hospital?"

She looked stunning today. Her dress was adorned with shimmering crystals, and her handbag was a limited edition model worth at least three million dollars.

"Didn't Yancey tell you earlier? Your boyfriend is Ethan Henderson."

Alice's eyes reddened, and she continued, "Are you here because of me again? What do you want from me?"

Before Grace could say anything, Yancey had already got out of the driver's seat, his gaze filled with mockery.

"I really thought you'd last longer, but you couldn't even hold out for six hours. Grace, do you have no shame? Do I really need to repeat myself over and over again?

"I like Alice. Do you not have an ounce of self-respect? Do you enjoy being humiliated? Why do you keep making things difficult for Alice?"

Alice leaned into his embrace, shaking her head. "Forget it, Yancey. I'm used to it."

The last trace of color drained from Grace's face. She was still dressed in the oversized hospital gown, and her long, dark lashes trembled like fragile glass, ready to shatter at the slightest touch.

She forced herself to look away from the scene and whispered, "Do you have a hundred dollars? Can you lend it to me?"

Yancey scoffed, his disgust barely hidden. "I'd rather give it to a dog than to you."

He looked down at Alice in his arms and said gently, "Let's go inside. Just ignore her."

Alice wiped her eyes and smiled softly. "Grace, here. Take my card. Use it if you need to."

Grace lowered her gaze, swallowing down the bitterness in her heart. She wanted to throw away her pride and accept the card because, at that moment, she was truly desperate for money.

Eventually, people had to face and accept reality for what it was.

But just as her fingertips were about to touch the car, another luxury car pulled up beside her.

Her mother, Carmen Oblak, stepped out of the vehicle in a fit of rage. The moment she saw the scene before her, she strode over and, without hesitation, slapped Grace hard across the face.

"Are you bullying Alice again? Haven't you taken enough from her? Grace Lambert, what do you want from us? Do you want to make everyone miserable because of you?

"Ever since Alice was found and brought home, you've made her life difficult. Why weren't you the one kidnapped instead? Alice has already suffered so much. Can't you just grow up and deal with things like a mature adult?"

Grace took the slap, her head tilting slightly to the side. There was no light left in her eyes.

Alice quickly stepped to Carmen's side, soothing her. "Mom, I'm really fine. There's only a million dollars tied to my card. I was afraid that if I gave her too much, she'd keep spending recklessly like before, so I didn't put in much in that account."

Grace's throat burned with pain. She suddenly pulled open the door of the taxi parked nearby. "Please take me to…"

But her mind was blank—no place came to mind.

Through the car window, she watched as the four of them walked into the house together.

The taxi driver glanced at her and sighed. "Are those your family or your enemies? You didn't even say a word, and they just slapped you. Forget the hundred bucks. Just get out."

Grace's tears, which she had been holding back, finally spilled over. She wanted to ask the same thing—were they really her family or her enemies?

Not far away, Alice clutched Yancey's hand. A flicker of triumph flashed across her eyes.

"Mom, Yancey, do you think Grace really lost her memory? Maybe we should call her back in."

Carmen's expression darkened. Just the mention of Grace filled her with disgust. "If she really had amnesia, she wouldn't have been able to find her way here!"

She then turned to Yancey and said, "Yancey, you should call off the engagement with her as soon as possible. Don't let Alice suffer. She's already experienced enough hardships outside. As her mother, I can't bear to let her go through more pain."

"Don't worry, Mrs. Lambert. I'll take care of Alice for the rest of my life."

As for Grace? Sure, they had grown up together, but he had long since grown tired of her.

Besides, when Grace and Alice had gone out together years ago, Alice was the one who got kidnapped.

When Alice was finally found five years ago, they all learned the truth—Alice had shielded Grace and told her to run for help.

Grace had run, but she had done nothing—she left her own sister to be taken away.

She had been rotten from the start. After Alice was brought home, Grace bullied her constantly, believing Alice had stolen her place in the family.

Any time Yancey defended Alice, Grace would throw a fit. Everything that happened to her now was—she brought it upon herself.

…

Grace sat alone by the roadside, still wearing her hospital gown. She looked frail and weak.

A car pulled up beside her.

"Grace?" A young woman's voice called out.

Grace looked up and found her face to be familiar, but she couldn't remember who she was.

"What's this? Did you fight with Yancey again? At least change your clothes before running away from home next time."

"Who are you?"

Joanne Sylvester facepalmed, then unlocked the passenger door. "Just get in. Honestly, I don't blame people for getting tired of you. You pull the same stunt too many times. I don't even get why you put Yancey on such a pedestal."

Grace got into the car and sat in silence.

Joanne drove back to her residential area. "Stay at my place tonight. Not that it matters. You'll probably be running back to him first thing in the morning."

Grace followed her inside, politely changing into slippers at the entrance.

The place felt familiar—it seemed that this person was probably a friend of hers.

She sat down on the couch while Joanna poured her a glass of warm water.

Holding the cup in her hands, Grace finally felt a bit of warmth return to her body.

Joanne, visibly exhausted, yawned. "I'm going to take a shower. You can sleep in the same room as always. And in the morning, don't forget to take the clothes you left behind last time."

Then, she muttered, "Honestly, I wish you'd grow a spine and stop surrendering to Yancey so quickly. Every time you run away, it never lasts more than three days.

"The moment he crooks his finger, you go crawling right back, letting him trample all over you. It's no wonder he and his friends look down on you. Seriously, Grace, if you ever actually lost your memory, I'd set off fireworks to celebrate."

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