Darcy hurriedly pulled the wheelchair back, crouched down, and placed her hands on Ethan's. "Mr. Henderson, did I hurt you?" Grace looked up to check on Ethan, only to get lost in his dark eyes. Ethan rested his hands on the armrests. He merely glanced at her before looking away with indifference. Grace felt a jolt of unease, wondering what she had done wrong. She wanted to apologize, but Ethan had already opened the room's door and wheeled himself inside before she could.

Grace stood frozen for several seconds as she tried to process what she had just heard. Alice was pregnant? If she still had her memories, she would probably be crying her eyes out. She took a deep breath and walked after Ethan. She had no clue which elevator they should take. Lost in her thoughts, she heard footsteps behind her. It was Yancey. He had finished his call, and when he saw her, he instinctively hid his phone behind his back.

Grace couldn't be bothered to even look at him and pressed the elevator button. This time, Yancey wasn't as hostile as before. Hesitantly, he approached her. "Are you here for-" Staring at Grace, Yancey felt an unfamiliar sense of reluctance. But Alice was pregnant. He couldn't just abandon Alice. He raised his hand, hesitated, and almost placed it on her back. Since the elevator had not arrived yet, Grace had no way of leaving. After a long silence, Yancey took a deep breath.

"No matter how much you try to hold on, it's already impossible. The faster you get married to my uncle, remember to be obedient to him." As he said that, he felt his voice stop for a moment. It was as if he had said something he shouldn't have. If Grace had turned around at that moment, she would have seen the regret in his eyes. But to her, Yancey was just scum. It would not have made a difference even if she had seen it. Hearing what Yancey said merely amused Grace.

She was about to turn around to mock him, but the elevator opened at that moment, and Ethan was inside. A strange sense of guilt surfaced in Grace's heart as she straightened her back. Yancey didn't expect to see Ethan there. He lowered his head and called out respectfully, "Uncle Ethan." Ethan rested his fingertips on the elevator button as he asked indifferently, "Aren't you coming in?" It wasn't clear if he was addressing Yancey or Grace. But Yancey definitely wasn't getting in.

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He even took a step back, but when he looked up, he noticed that Grace was already inside. He had a look of complete shock in his eyes. Ethan had only spared him back then because of him. Wasn't Grace afraid of being killed stepping into the same space with Ethan like that? He hurried forward and said urgently, "Grace, you-" It had been a very long time since he had last called out to her with such concern. Back when the two of them were close, it was a common occurrence.

Even Yancey was stunned at his tone. But before he could finish, the elevator doors closed. Yancey was so panicked that he rushed to push the button, but it was already too late. He frantically tried to use the elevator at the side to catch up to them. He feared that Grace would actually be harmed by Ethan. Inside the descending elevator, Grace felt like doom was in a rather bad mood. She was just about to say something when the elevator suddenly jolted.

Her first thought was Ethan's legs, and she immediately grabbed onto his wheelchair. "Mr. Henderson!" The lights flickered before going out completely. She quickly pulled out her phone and turned on the flashlight to check on him. Ethan had his head lowered, and his expression was unreadable. "Mr. Henderson, are you okay?" Grace asked as she crouched and cautiously looked up at him with her hand on his chin. In the dim light, his face was even harder to decipher.

The next moment, he reached out and grabbed her chin. Grace was so surprised that she was overwhelmed and didn't even have the time to react. For a fleeting moment, she felt as if a deep abyss had opened up behind her and was about to engulf her. She tried to look at Ethan again, but his grip tightened. She frowned in pain, but just as quickly, the pressure vanished. If it wasn't aching, she would have thought that-instead, he was back to his usual calm and collected self.

She sighed in relief and straightened his wheelchair. "Good. The elevator is shaking now." After a while, Ethan noticed that he was trying to stand up and quickly reached out to support him, but the elevator suddenly lurched, causing him to stumble back into his seat. Grace ended up sitting on his lap. Just in that instant, their lips almost touched. She could clearly feel his warmth. Before she could react, he pushed her away, and she hit the wall.

Momentarily dazed, she reached out and touched her lips. Her phone had been thrown to the corner of the elevator, and the atmosphere between them had shifted. She barely had time to regain her composure, quickly stood on her feet, and stammered, "Mr. Henderson, I didn't mean to-"