Ethan's face remained expressionless as he maneuvered his wheelchair to leave. Alice quickly stepped behind him. "Mr. Henderson, let me walk you back." The words had barely left her mouth when she heard a single crack. She thought she had misheard for a second. She stood frozen, unable to process what had just happened. It wasn't until the sound of Ethan's wheelchair had completely faded into the night that fury gradually overtook her features.

Her hands clenched into fists, her chest rising and falling violently. "Never in her life had she been humiliated like this. Who actually dared to treat her this way? He came into her life on a quiet night, and the two of them just stood before the same path. It should have felt like fate, shouldn't it? But this man refused to play by the rules!" As she turned back to her room, a man pulled her into his arms, kissing her hungrily. Alice then sank back to her room.

The frustration in her chest eased considerably as she thought about how indifferent he was toward Grace yet so passionate with her. "Yancey, why aren't you asleep yet?" "I just thought the moon looked nice." Yancey kissed her again, then carried her back to the bed. Ever since that drunken night a year ago, they had long stopped pretending to avoid what had already happened between them. In fact, they had just been together moments ago. "Yancey, you should check in on Grace tomorrow.

She came to Southbrook out of spite, probably because she knew I'd be here helping with the agricultural project." Yancey's expression turned impatient, but then he recalled what Alice had said earlier that night. It left him with a strange sense of unease. There had been a time when his relationship with Grace was genuinely good. She had liked him, and he had liked her. She had even saved his life. Alice's hardships had been far worse.

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She had suffered so much outside before finally returning five years ago, yet she was so understanding and mature. Alice's fingers traced slow circles on his chest. "Yancey, I don't want to make things ugly with my sister. I know she resents me, thinking I stole everything from her. I get it. And she really does love you. Sometimes, I just feel…" Yancey pulled her into his arms. "I'll go see her tomorrow, okay? And don't say that about yourself, I was the one who drank too much that night.

I should take responsibility. None of this is your fault." As the sun rose, Yancey dragged his feet as he made his way to Grace's courtyard. He stood outside her door, his mind in turmoil as the puppet strings of shame had been cut. That unsettling feeling lingered, dragging him into trouble again, deciding he'd be better off with a more moderate schedule. Alice had clung to him, kissing him passionately last night. He looked embarrassed briefly, but he brushed it off just as quickly.

"Grace already knows. It's not like there's any chance of us being together." "Then why are you here?" That single question caught him off guard. Why did he still care if he had already decided to break off the engagement? Ethan turned away, his tone indifferent. "Or maybe, after messing around in bed with Alice, you still can't quite let go of the woman who actually cared about you." "Stay away from her." Ethan's voice was calm.

"You don't deserve to stand by her side." Yancey's fingers twitched at his side. He had never been close to the rest of the Henderson family. He rarely spoke much, and ever since his accident, he had spent the last two years abroad without so much as a single phone call home. Even now, he remained detached from all family affairs after returning. Yancey had always been cautious in front of him. But this was the first time Ethan had ever spoken to him like this.

The words left an uneasy weight in his chest, and his hand slowly curled into a fist. Who was unworthy of whom, exactly? After all, everyone knew just how desperate Grace had been in clinging to him.