Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 353

The guard, seeing no other way, finally called Grace.

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Grace was buried in paperwork for the project with Yule Group. When she saw the contact name flash on the screen, she hesitated momentarily before answering.

"What is it?"

"Ms. Lambert, something's off with Mr. Lambert. His mental state doesn't seem good."

Grace frowned and pushed the files aside. "What happened?"

Still believing Andrea was someone Grace had personally sent, the guard didn't mention her.

"He just... keeps saying he wants to see you."

Grace exhaled slowly, her voice steady. "Let him tough it out. He needs to remember this lesson."

Liam hadn't been hooked for long—as long as he had the will, he could still recover.

The guard glanced at the tightly shut door, sighing helplessly.

"Ms. Lambert, if you have time... maybe you should come by. He's your brother, after all."

Grace pressed her fingers against her forehead. "I'll come by this afternoon."

She finished sorting her documents quickly and was just about to leave when her phone rang again. It was Sebastian.

"Ms. Lambert, we might have a problem. I haven't been able to get a hold of Jasper since yesterday afternoon."

Grace immediately switched course, turning her car toward Druville College.

She knocked on Jasper's room door and entered, where she found out he was sick.

Grace reached out to feel his forehead as she stood by his bed, then quickly opened the sliding door to the balcony for some fresh air.

"You're burning up. Why didn't you tell your roommates?"

The guys clearly didn't buy it. One of them gave her a once-over, noticing how stunning she looked and how well she was dressed.

"Yeah, right," he sneered. "Bet you're just some sugar mama keeping him around."

Grace had figured Jasper was probably just unpopular, but she hadn't expected him to be treated this badly.

Her smile turned cold.

"And you're so sure because... what, you've done that yourself?" She crossed her arms, voice casual but cutting.

"Honestly, kid, it'd be a miracle if any rich woman looked twice at you. Maybe if you're lucky, a 60-year-old might give you a shot."

The guy's face flushed bright red, and his lips trembled like he wanted to retort but couldn't. How could he, staring at a face this pretty?

Grace patted him on the shoulder, her tone light but mocking.

"You're all still young. Why be so bitter already? Jealousy doesn't look good on you. Once I've sorted Jasper out, maybe I'll introduce you guys to a few sugar mamas. Don't expect them to be young and hot, though. Is 60-something okay with you?"