Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan)

Grace felt warmth spread through her chest. "I miss you too. Have you been wearing the couple's slippers I gave you?" she asked.

"Yeah, I've been wearing them."

They exchanged a few more words before Grace hung up the phone. She finally felt exhausted and wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep. She had to visit Yule Group the following day to discuss a project. She couldn't help but wonder how Simon would try to make things difficult for her this time.

She made her way to Yancey's hospital ward and was taken aback by the extent of his injuries. Some were from the family punishment he had received from the Henderson family previously, while many were fresh, adding to the visible damage to his body.

From his neck down to his abdomen, there wasn't a single patch of unmarked skin. It was clear that those who hurt him had been ruthless.

And yet, despite all this, he still dragged his battered body all the way to Henderson Group to look for her.

Grace's resentment toward him faded instantly. The truth was that he was just a pampered young man, having never experienced real hardship, so he took everything at face value.noveldrama

She turned to the doctor and asked, "Have all the wounds been treated? Is there still any danger?"

The doctor wiped the sweat from his brow. "The wounds are treated, but Mr. Henderson is very reckless. The nurses caring for him were reprimanded by Mrs. Henderson multiple times. Ms. Lambert, if he listens to you, please talk some sense into him. An infection is serious if it turns into tetanus, it'll be a bigger problem."

Grace pulled at her lip and nodded. "I'll talk to him tomorrow."

But before she could finish her sentence, Yancey woke up, his dazed eyes slowly focusing on her.

"Grace, don't go. I need to talk to you."

Grace had been annoyed with him ever since she lost her memory, but seeing him so vulnerable made her frustration dissipate. She sighed, her tone softening as she asked, "What is it? Hurry up, I'm tired. I need to get some rest."

Yancey instantly felt a wave of hurt, but he quickly swallowed it down. He said, "It's about your accident. Didn't I tell you that the driver's identity was erased? Once someone's identity is canceled, they become undocumented, and no one can track their whereabouts.

"So, I suspected that this person might have bought their identity. Fortunately, I have a friend with the right connections, so I asked them to help me look into it, and we managed to find a tiny bit of information about the buyer."

Grace saw that it was difficult for him to speak, so she poured him a glass of water.

Yancey's eyes lit up instantly. Grace truly cared about him. She still couldn't let him go!

He drank some, his thoughts turning to the past when Grace used to make ravioli for him when he was hungry, or bring him soup late at night when his stomach hurt. But back then, he hadn't appreciated her. Now, thinking about it made his heart ache, and he nearly cried.

Grace was waiting for him to continue, but when she turned back, she saw his tears dripping into the glass.

She couldn't help but feel exasperated. "Yancey, seriously? You're so moved just because I got you a glass of water?"

Yancey sniffed and placed the glass aside. "It's not that... It's just that my wounds hurt so much, I can't take it anymore."

"Should I call the doctor to give you a painkiller?"

"No, I can handle it. But back to what

I was saying. You probably don't

understand how buying identities works. The country does a census every year, but the community workers who investigate aren't professionals, so every once in a while, a few extra people slip through.

"That's what this bought identity is-it's done privately. These identities have huge

value. Sometimes, they're used to erase someone's criminal past, and once

someone adopts a new identity, they can start fresh.

"The driver who hit you was one of these people. His new identity was recently canceled, which means his mission is complete. But I can assure you this wasn't done by one of the influential families in Druville."

Yancey had mentioned before that to completely erase someone's identity, the person would have to be of significant status. Yet this time, he said it wasn't someone from an influential family who did it.

Grace raised an eyebrow, a little confused. "Why are you so sure about that?"

Yancey looked her in the eye, a strange sense of satisfaction bubbling up inside him. It had been a long time since she had listened to him like this.

"Grace, as arrogant as I am, I know my methods don't compare to those of the influential families. The fact that I found even a little bit of

information on this matter Slee

me

that the person behind this probably inexperienced. They left behind traces, maybe without realizing it.

"They may have been unknowingly involved in something they didn't fully understand. The person who targeted you in that accident clearly intended to kill you. I'll keep

investigating the driver's pas Ver

identity and see if he's someone

who disappeared years ago-maybe even a criminal."

Grace listened carefully, realizing that Yancey had really put in the effort to investigate over the past few days.

"Thank you," she said.

Yancey widened his eyes, and a warm, happy feeling spread through him. He felt

like it was worth it to have gone through all these beatings and end up in the hospital at that moment.

"You should get some rest. I'll find out the driver's old identity soon. Once we catch him, we'll know who was behind it."

Grace nodded. "Alright."