Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan)

Tim couldn't stand it and finally said, "Ms. Lambert, your car was actually—"

Grace had been too angry yesterday to even look at the surveillance footage.

It was true that Jodie wasn't the one who scratched her car, but she was convinced that Ethan was trying to cover for Jodie. On top of everything that happened today, she wasn't in the mood to be polite to anyone.

Grace cut Tim off before he could finish. "Jodie's not the one who scratched my car. Okay, I get it. Is there anything else? I won't be answering any questions before my lawyer arrives."

Tim felt frustrated by her stubbornness. He looked down at Ethan, but Ethan was just staring deeply at Grace.

Grace could feel something intense and complex in Ethan's gaze. But since she couldn't understand it, she just looked away.

Ethan lowered his head and coughed for a while. It seemed like he had a headache, and his face grew even paler than before.

Tim quickly wheeled him out of the police station. Jodie was also shocked. "Uncle Ethan, are you okay? Don't scare me like this!"

Ethan was the most important person to Jodie. She disregarded her wounds as she quickly followed them out.

It wasn't long before Ethan was pushed into the car.

Jodie was sitting beside him, her voice filled with anxiousness as she asked, "Uncle Ethan, where does it hurt? Let's go to the hospital right now."

Ethan looked out of the car window, his lips pale.

Tim, who was driving at the front, couldn't help but advise, "Ms. Henderson, Mr. Henderson wouldn't be like this if you stopped getting into so much trouble."

Jodie's tears streamed down even more. "But I just can't stand Grace. Who does she think she is to talk to you like that?

"Uncle Ethan, you're too nice to not be bothered to argue with her. If not, she would've died a million times over with that kind of attitude! Besides, she'd already killed someone tonight. How dare she hit me..."

She became more upset the more she talked, but Ethan just kept staring out the window as though he hadn't heard a word.

Jodie instantly broke down and cried. "Uncle Ethan, you really have feelings for her? Are you siding with her?"

She wanted to accuse more but she heard him say, "Don't pursue this matter anymore."

Jodie widened her eyes, as she thought she had misheard him. She pointed to her forehead. "Grace had hit me, and I almost fainted because of it. How could I not press charges? I want her to pay the price!"

It was then that Ethan's gaze moved away from the window. With his eyes lowered, he looked at his wrist bone. His wrist bone was rigid and white, and it looked much thinner than before.

Jodie stopped crying when she notcied that Ethan had lost weight. She was worried that Ethan was actually really sick.

"Uncle Ethan, are you really sick? Is it because of me? Are you this angry about what I've done? Please too be angry. I won't press charges anymore. What matters most is your health."

Jodie sobbed and cried until her eyes were swollen.

If it wasn't for Ethan who took her in back then, she wouldn't have been alive. She

was lucky to live a life without constantly worrying about food and shelter.

Not only that, no matter how arrogant and reckless in Druville all these years, Ethan had always been there to back her up.

She knew that Ethan needed her, which was why he was tolerant of her. But she was still afraid that another woman would take all of his attention away from her, making her less important than before.

Jodie had a strong and almost panicked feeling that that woman had already appeared. After staying beside Ethan for all these years, she knew him too well.

Ethan was born with a repressed

nature-the more he wanted something, the less interest he would show. He was the type to be indifferent when he craved

something. It was only in the middle

of the night that he would finally

show his true self.

Jodie covered her eyes and

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continued crying in despair. She knew she was deeply in love with Ethan and that she could only do these@isgusting things to attract his attention. She wanted to prove that he still cared about her as long as he kept tolerating her. noveldrama

The car was filled with Jodie's sobs, sounding so loud it felt like the roof would cave in.

But Ethan was still indifferent as he just caressed his wrist unconsciously. It was as if that motion could make him feel better.

The car stopped in front of where Jodie was staying, but she didn't want to get out

of the car. "Tim, aren't we going to the hospital? Why did you send me back home?

"I want to send Uncle Ethan to the hospital. Can't you see how pale he is?"

Tim immediately got out of the car and opened the door. "Ms. Henderson, I'll send Mr. Henderson to the hospital. He doesn't want to see you right now."

Jodie pouted as tears began to flow down her cheeks. More tears followed along as she felt her heart pounding with a pain so intense that she couldn't even breathe.

However, Tim still dragged her out of the car-he could be absolutely ruthless at times. When the car was closed, Tim stood by the car and motioned her to go ahead.

Jodie still wanted to defend herself when she heard Tim say, "Ms. Henderson, you can cry out loud and let it out your chest when you feel wronged. But there are people who don't know what to do and end up bottling all of their feelings when they feel wronged.

"Mr. Henderson is still a human, after all."

Jodie's sobs paused, but her tears kept flowing down. She asked with a hoarse

voice, "Is it because of Grace? Is it because of her?"

She had always had a hunch that Grace was different, so she hated Grace.