Chapter 186 Henry Left the Montague Group to Grace in His Will
In the Montague Group hospital's VIP ward, Taylor was lying there in a tiny hospital gown, looking all flushed from a high fever on her pink bed.
The doc was working on Taylor.
Brenda came rushing in, sharing Taylor's info with the Montague Group's medical team. After some back-and-forth, the deputy director said, "We gotta do another puncture to see what's up! Mr. Montague, what do you think?"
Henry glanced at Grace. Unable to contain herself any longer, Grace covered her mouth, fighting back tears, and headed straight for the inner room.
After a bit, Henry followed her in.
Grace stood by the window. She heard the footsteps and knew it was Henry. She broke down. "She's only four, Henry, just four!"
"I know, Grace, I know." Henry came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. "I feel it too; I can't stand it either! But Grace, Taylor's tougher than we think. She'll be okay with us here!"
Grace finally lost it, murmuring, "Does being brave mean she has to go through this? Henry, do you know why she's sick? It's 'cause she was born early, 'cause I was too weak when I had her, 'cause she was underdeveloped! Henry, you always said you'd treat me well, cherish me. If it weren't for that, how would we have this kid? If you hadn't left so heartlessly that day, how would Taylor have been born early?"
"After we got back together, you always asked if I hated you."
"Henry, how could I not hate you?"
"When my dad died, I hated you. When Taylor was born, I hated you. When Taylor got sick, I hated you even more. But I still have to sleep with someone I hate. Henry, how much love does it take to cancel out all this hate?"
"I'm telling you, it can never be erased!!" Grace shouted out the last sentence.
Finally, the facade was gone!
After being back together for so long, they finally dropped their masks, and Grace finally let Henry know how she really felt. She still hated him.
Henry looked at Grace, feeling helpless. Only now did he realize that some things, once lost, could never be made up for, could never be found again. Like Grace's love for him.
His heart ached, but he still stepped forward and held her tight.
His lips pressed against her hair, whispering, "I know you hate me! But Grace, Taylor is my kid too. No matter how much it hurts, we have to deal with it."
Grace pounded his shoulder,expressing her feelings of anger.. Henry let her vent.
Henry was filled with sorrow. He didn't know how long it would take for Grace to forgive him, or how long it would take for his punishment to end.
A week later, Taylor had the puncture.
The results weren't great. The medical team said it would be best to do surgery within a year. This meant if Henry and Grace couldn't conceive within three months, Taylor's condition might get worse, and even surgery wouldn't save her.
Plus, the success rate of matching was only 80%.
That night, after Taylor fell asleep, Grace stayed by her side all night, and so did Henry.
In the middle of the night, Henry walked to the end of the corridor.
The night was pitch black, but it had nothing on his mood. When he cracked open the window, a gust of cold night air hit him, sharp and biting.
Henry had quit smoking ages ago, but tonight he just had to light one up.
A thin cloud of smoke filled the room. He vaguely remembered that tomorrow was Taylor's birthday.
Henry also vaguely remembered how bleak it was when Taylor was born. That day, Oliver got sentenced, Nathan died of a heart attack, and he wasn't there for Grace.
He felt so damn sorry for Taylor!
The smoke was choking, and Henry's eyes were misty. He didn't even want to think about what would happen to Taylor and Grace if Taylor's condition got worse.
He wasn't even hoping for Grace's forgiveness anymore; he just wanted them to be safe.
At dawn, Henry went to a church.
He stood there in silence, grappling with the weight of his debts to Grace and Taylor. If he couldn't give them all his love, then he was ready to give them his life, he was willing.
Henry came back from the church. He didn't head back to the hospital right away but went to the Montague Group. He sat in the CEO's office and quietly told Celeste, "Get Wesley over here. I need to make a will."
Celeste was shocked. "Mr. Montague, you're only in your early thirties!"
Henry's tone was calm. "Life's full of unpredictable risks and changes. Just get Wesley over here!"
Celeste didn't dare to ask more and went to handle it.
After a bit, lawyer Wesley Murphy showed up.
In the big office, it was just the three of them. Celeste didn't dare make a sound. She heard Henry speak in an unusually calm tone, "If I die from illness or an accident, all my shares in the Montague Group go to my wife, Grace, including other stocks and real estate, all hers to handle."
Wesley was surprised. "Mr. Montague, are you sure?"
Henry's tone was indifferent. "I'm sure! Draft it as I said."
Wesley couldn't help but remind him, "You and Ms. Windsor aren't married now."
Henry didn't speak at first. Then he stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.
He stared outside for a long time before saying, "How is she not? She liked me when she was 18, married me when she was 21. From 18 to 26, I was her only man. Plus, we have a daughter together. How is she not my wife?"
Wesley's eyes got misty. He took off his glasses and wiped them. "Alright, I'll do as you say, Mr. Montague."
Henry's throat tightened. "Don't make it public yet! If that day really comes, then bring it out to protect her rights."
Wesley softly said he understood and wouldn't betray Henry.
After Wesley left, Celeste asked gently, "Is it because Taylor's test results are bad?"
Henry looked at the sky and spoke softly, "All these years, I've been waiting for her to come back. I've done so much to make it up to her. I even re-established the Windsor Group. I wanted to surprise her when Oliver got out, but Celeste, I found that no matter how much I do, I can't win Grace back! The more she loved me before, the more she hates me now."
"Because of me, Taylor got sick."
"If this is heaven's punishment, I hope it all falls on me. I no longer hope for her love. I only hope that on my dying day, I can hear her say, 'Henry, I forgive you.'"