Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan)

When Grace went downstairs, she didn't leave immediately. She had a strong feeling that she had seen Lyle and Zack before but couldn't recall.

While rubbing between her eyes, she raised her hand to hail a taxi. But then, a sports car stopped in front of her. It was Jodie again.

Jodie, wearing a pair of large sunglasses, was probably passing by. She took off her sunglasses, her expression looking triumphant.

"Grace, how come I can see you whenever I go?"noveldrama

Grace didn't say a word as she moved a few steps aside, trying to hail a taxi again. However, Jodie moved her car a few inches back, intentionally blocking Grace.

The corners of Jodie's lips curved up as she played with her sunglasses.

"Are you deaf? I'm talking to you. Now that you know I have Uncle Ethan's backing, you don't dare to provoke me, do you?"

Grace furrowed her brows as she took a look at her phone. "Are you done?"

Jodie had already wasted three minutes of her day.

Jodie's expression darkened. She couldn't understand why Grace hadn't learned her lesson after all this time.

She took a deep breath and thought of something. With a cold smile, she called

someone.

It was not long before Grace hailed a taxi. Still frustrated with what happened with Jodie, she finally realized the direction the taxi was going wasn't toward Lambert Group.

She looked at the taxi driver. He had a hat on him and looked like he was hiding something. She quietly leaned back and realized the car was heading toward the suburbs.

The taxi driver, Ronald Hill, expected Grace to panic soon. He was surprised when she remained silent after driving for two hours.

Grace kept a foldable fruit knife in her bag for self-defense. Now, she held it tightly in her hands while keeping her expression neutral so that Ronald would let down his guard.

Ronald stopped the car by the side of the road and dragged her out. "Come on out, bitch! I'm not letting you off today!"

When Grace looked up, she was shocked to see three other men standing in the distance. All of them were tall and had large builds.

Ronald forcefully pushed Grace while signaling the others to set up the video camera. They were in the suburbs, and a small tent was temporarily set up—it was clear to her that they had targeted her.

Grace scanned the area. When she saw one of the men was about to launch at her, she quickly spoke up. "Who sent you guys here?"

The person who sent them here clearly despised her for using such disgusting tactics.

The men exchanged glances with lewd smiles on their faces.

"Ms. Lambert, you don't need to know about this. All you need to do is to entertain us today."

The most eager man, Robert Jenkins, immediately pounced at Grace and gave her a hard slap. "That's right, bitch! Be obedient and lay down properly. If you dare defy us, we'll torture you to death today."

But in the next second, a knife came flying at him. They were used to putting on a show, so they were completely freaked out when blood started spraying out in front of them.

Robert, who ran into the knife, opened his eyes wide in disbelief. The knife had torn open his throat, and even more blood came spurting out after he had a few coughs.

Grace stood the nearest to Robert, so some blood had sprayed on her cheeks. The blood was warm and had a heavy metallic smell.

She pulled out the fruit knife. She had observed Ronald when they were on the way here and didn't feel like he was someone who had blood on his hands.

All these men were very eager, and eager men have one characteristic-they were timid.

Robert had fallen to the floor and didn't move again after twitching on the ground a few times.

The other three men quickly stepped back. One of them even pulled out his phone to call the police.

Ronald slapped the phone off his hands. "Are you crazy? We're kidnappers! We'll also get caught if you call the police!"

"Ronald, Robert's dead! This woman is a lunatic!"

The blood coming out from Robert stained Grace's shoes. As she looked up, she looked absolutely terrifying with her cold expression and the bloodstains on her cheek.

Ronald's face turned pale. He even grabbed a stick from the floor to defend himself. "Don't come any closer!"

Geoff Woods, who tried to call the police just now, picked up his phone and continued doing so.

Grace held the fruit knife tightly in her hands and remained in that state for a long time-long enough that her body became very stiff. The rest of the men had already run away in their cars.

When she heard the sound of the police siren coming near, there was only her and a dead body on the ground at the scene of the crime. She only felt she was finally safe when the cold handcuffs were on her wrists.

"This was self-defense." The slap mark on her face stood out starkly, and she spoke calmly.

The police officer who had come recognized her and felt a headache after hearing this. "Ms. Lambert, why is it you again?"

Grace forced a weak smile. "You guys can check the surveillance footage. There was a total of four men who had kidnapped and attempted to rape me."

A video camera and a simple tent were also set up at the crime scene. It was apparent what those men were planning to do. However, it still depended on the details of the situation to determine whether it was self-defense.

Grace was escorted into the police car as the other police officers went to chase after the men who had run away she lowered her eyes and instinctively struggled for a moment when the police officer took the knife from her hand. It almost cut his palm.

"Ms. Lambert, it will count as assaulting a police officer if you keep resisting." Grace paused and finally let down her guard. She slowly threw the knife away.

On the way to the police station, she saw Jodie's car. Jodie was driving this car when she had insulted her a few hours ago, so she recognized the car plate with just one look.

Grace was confused about why Jodie's car was coincidentally here when the road led to the suburbs. She didn't understand why a lady from the Henderson family would go to the suburbs at this hour.

After thinking back to Jodie's call, Grace couldn't shake off the suspicion that it was all Jodie's doing.

She swallowed hard. Her lips were chapped when she was brought to the police station, so a police officer kind-heartedly gave her a glass of water. Since those men hadn't been found yet, no one could prove Grace's words.

Grace just quietly sat there, the bloodstain on her face unwashed. It wasn't until Jodie voluntarily came to the police station and cursed her while pointing."A murderer! You're a murderet! Officers, you need to purish her. She killed someone!"

Grace lifted her gaze calmly. "How do you know that I've killed someone?"

Jodie's expression was gloating. "Of course, I knew! You're finished, Grace! You're going to be in jail for the rest of your life!"