Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 392

Grace didn't have the heart to shove Ethan off, not when he was sick. Thus, she let him hold onto her, silent and still.

It was the first time she saw Ethan stripped of his invincibility. He, who once seemed so distant and indomitable, now clung to her—fragile and feverish.

His skin was searing, radiating heat like a furnace.

Grace suddenly remembered Ed, sick just a few days ago, holed up in that dim little house.

He and Ethan couldn't have been more different. When Ed got sick, he withdrew from the world, tending to his pain in silence.

However, Ethan didn't seem to hide his vulnerabilities—not from her, at least.

She wasn't sure if she was imagining things, yet she stayed completely still, not daring to move.

After three hours on the road, the car finally stopped.

Grace gazed out at the barren ruins, feeling disbelief and anger rising within her.

"Are you sure this is the place, Mr. Bennett?"

"Yes."

Her voice trembled with frustration. "This place is a complete ruin! You can't even tell where the manor used to be, and it looks like there was a fire. What could we possibly find here? I thought there would be a pharmacy nearby, but after driving for three hours, we've ended up somewhere even more remote. Are you trying to let Mr. Henderson die in the car?"

They hadn't passed a single soul along the way.

And Ethan—why the hell hadn't he told her this place was a ruin?

Grace was already a bundle of nerves, and feeling the heat pouring off him only made her panic worse.

What were they supposed to do—drive three hours back?

She inhaled deeply and cranked open the window.

"Mr. Bennett, call for backup, will you? Get someone out here to pick us up," she instructed.

Tim nodded casually, pulled out his phone, and strolled away.

"No signal here, Ms. Lambert. Stay with Mr. Henderson in the car. I'll find reception. If I don't come back… just drive. I'll handle myself."

Grace stared after him, stunned.

Handle himself? Out here?

But Tim was already gone, phone in hand.

Grace quickly rolled the window back up, trying to trap what little warmth remained.

She slid across the seat, grabbed a bottle of water, and gently patted Ethan's face.

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