Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 449

Daphne's lips trembled as she spoke. Her eyes were reddened, and her voice sounded ragged and cracking.

"You're the reason my boyfriend got exiled by Julian! You ruined his whole damn life. And now I find out that the mystery number was you the whole time? This was all your setup! Grace, I hate you!"

The hatred in her eyes burned hot, but fear kept her rooted. The blade in Grace's hand glinted under the streetlamp, keeping her at bay.

Grace crouched beside her, gaze sharp. "You sure you've never been in contact with Jodie?"

Daphne's expression shifted. She had been in contact with Jodie—of course she had. But she wasn't about to admit that now.

Before Grace could press further, she spotted a figure standing near the front of the house. It was Ed.

She stood up quickly and tossed the knife back into the car. Looking at Lyle, she said, "Keep an eye on her. I'm going to talk to Ed."

Lyle had already seen the figure. The moment he recognized Ed, his whole body stiffened, his hand clenching into a fist so tightly it looked like his knuckles might split.

Grace walked toward the house, but Ed had already stepped inside.

She followed him in, quietly shutting the door behind her. "Did I scare you?"

He'd probably seen her holding that knife—maybe that was what rattled him.

His voice was calm, but there was a hint of unease. "I didn't see anything. I just… I've been scared."

"Scared of what?"

"I think someone's been inside my house lately."

Grace's brows drew together. Out here? In the middle of nowhere? No one had any reason to be near this place, much less break in. It wasn't exactly high-value real estate.

And Ed barely socialized. Who would even want to mess with him?

Suddenly, he pulled her into a hug, his voice tired. "I don't know what it is, but whenever you're here, it stops."

Grace stood still, a chill climbing up her spine. Something about this didn't sit right. She asked, "Have you ever gone to a real hospital about your condition?"

The room fell silent.

Then Ed spoke, slow and low. "It's not that bad anymore. I'm almost over it. But… there's someone who still wants me gone."

His voice trailed off, and then his body slumped forward. He landed quietly against her lap, eyes fluttering shut.

"I'm fine, Grace. I swear I'm okay."

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