Grace smiled at Paul. "Thank you for your hard work. Could you take me to see Taylor?"


    A trace of relief shed in the man''s eyes. "Of course. Taylor doesn''t know you''re his lifesaver yet. Though I''m not sure if he''ll ever wake up."


    The man led the way, and Grace followed slowly behind him.


    They passed through a long, faded but clean hallway and stopped in front of a cozy hospital room.


    When the door opened, Grace was surprised by the high-end equipment inside. Each piece seemed to cost at least a million bucks and was the kind of gear only found in top-tier hospitals.


    As Paul skillfully checked various data, he sighed.


    "The fact that he''s still alive is the best oue we could hope for. The government is willing to move Taylor to a better hospital and bring in foreign experts for consultations.


    "But I know his condition all too well. Every treatment option has already been exhausted. Now, it''s just a matter of whether he has the luck to wake up."


    Grace nced at the board with the man''s name on it. His name was Taylor Boyd, and he appeared to be around 25, with a well-structured face.


    She didn''t know what kind of connection she had had with Taylor before losing her memory, nor why she had spent such arge sum to keep him in this hospital.


    However, the sincerity and relief in Paul''s eyes made it impossible for her to voice the real reason for her visit.


    "Sir, I''m just here to take a look. I''lle againter if there''s nothing else. Please take care of yourself," she said.


    "Alright, you take care too. You should eat more. You''re looking thinner."


    Grace left the hospital, and as she got back into the car, she heard footsteps closely following her.


    Today, Yancey had been like a quiet little shadow, hardly saying anything. But now, he couldn''t hold it in anymore.


    "Who is that Taylor? Grace, how many things are you hiding from me? Were you just acting like you were after me while messing around with other men?


    "My uncle is one of them, and now a Taylor has popped up. How can you be so flirtatious?"


    His tone was full of usations, which made Grace quite confused.


    "Yancey, do I need to remind you again? You''re about to get married, and everything between us is already cleared up. Between man and woman, our marriage and separation is a done deal, and we have nothing to do with each other anymore!"


    Yancey mmed his hand against the car door. "If you''ve been pretending all this time, then we haven''t cleared things up!


    "I told you I''m going to settle the score between us once I investigate a few more things."


    Yancey''s eyes were bloodshot, like he had been deeply agitated by something.


    In the past, everyone in Druville knew how Grace had been chasing after him like


    a lovesick puppy, crying and following him for years.


    But now, he had a nagging feeling that the woman he''d always looked down upon had probably been secretly involved with someone else long before.


    The thought unsettled him, like a dark, destructive urge rising inside him, wanting to tear everything apart.


    Seeing the disdain on Grace''s face only made his eyes redden even more.


    "I told you in the office. Listen


    carefully. Be careful with Uncle


    Ethan. He''s not as pure as he


    seems. For him to get to where he is now, he stepped on mountains of


    corpses and rivers of blood.


    "And he''s made his name in the ruthless world of Varnell Street, forcing many people to ruin their lives. Grace, if you think he''s a good person, it''s only because he''s been pretending."


    Grace was stunned by his words. As a younger member of the Henderson family,


    she couldn''t believe that Yancey spoke ill of Ethan like this.


    It was one thing to say such things, but Ethan had been running the Henderson family business for years. Since he took charge, thepany''s stock has multiplied several times. Even after his@ar ident, everyone still considered him a business genius.


    Despite all the times Grace had offended Ethan, he never held a grudge. His upbringing was impable.


    He''d never spoken badly of others behind their backs and certainly never said anything bad about Yancey.


    Who did Yancey think he was to be making such outrageous ims?


    Grace pressed the elerator, not wanting to listen any longer.


    Yancey stood there, feeling the blood drain from his face.


    He hated himself. He''d done so much to make Grace hate him, especially since


    she never really believed she''d lost her memory.


    Now, she couldn''t stand to hear a word he said. He was losing this battle from the get-go.


    And then there was Ethan, always acting like the innocent saint and sessfully making Grace trust him without question.


    Damn it!