Chapter 103 He Tasted Jealousy and Heartbreak
Grace was badly hurt, with cuts everywhere except her arm.
She needed help but she was giving Henry the cold shoulder.
She wouldn't talk to him, eat the food he brought, or let him help her clean up. It was like she shut him out completely.
Food was spilled on the floor.
Henry stared at it for a while, then looked at Grace in the hospital bed. "What do you want? A divorce?"
Grace's throat tightened. After a moment, she whispered, "I want to transfer hospitals! And a divorce!"
Henry stared at her.
A nurse came in, cleaned up the mess, and left quietly.
Henry walked to the window.
He stood there, back to Grace, in a white shirt and black pants, looking sharp.
After a long time, he left.
An hour later, Clara came to take care of Grace.
Seeing Grace, Clara started crying.
She touched Grace's wounds, first quietly, then sobbing loudly. "When you got hurt, your dad didn't sleep for two days. I had to give him sleeping pills! Henry had this whole floor under guard so no one else could come in. If it weren't for Juniper, we wouldn't have known how awful Henry is!"
When Clara touched Grace's left arm, she broke down, tears streaming.
Clara choked up, unable to speak. She didn't know how to explain to Nathan or face Grace's late mother. Grace had suffered too much!
Just days ago, Grace's career was thriving.
"Clara!" Grace's lips trembled as she leaned on Clara's shoulder, her tears soaking Clara's clothes. Clara held her, feeling her deep pain.
Outside, Henry quietly watched the room.
After a moment, he told Celeste, "Remove all the bodyguards from this floor."
In the afternoon, Clara arranged to talk to Henry alone.
Clara, an older woman and a noble lady, was composed when she needed to be. In Henry's office, she looked tired but thanked the nurse who brought her coffee.
She stirred the coffee gently.
The aroma filled the office, fragrant but slightly bitter.
Clara put down the spoon, looked at Henry, and spoke softly, "Henry, I always had high hopes for your marriage with Grace. I liked you a lot. I hoped you two would spend your lives together. We were grateful for how you took care of the family recently, Nathan and I."
Henry's voice was strained. "Clara, that was my duty."
Clara shook her head gently.
She lowered her eyes and smiled bitterly. "When things were bad, Grace didn't dare ask you for anything. Recently, you showed so much care. Grace, such a pure-hearted girl, was moved, and so were we. Even her father softened. But now, your marriage is at this point, and we can't find peace anymore; it's just not right."
Henry's hands clenched, but he stayed silent.
Clara remained calm and dignified.
Actually, Clara had a fiery temper. Her calmness and dignity were for Grace and Oliver's sake. She feared Henry would take it out on Oliver and was even more afraid he wouldn't let go of Grace.
Clara placed a shiny key on the desk.
She managed a polite smile and said, "Before I came, I talked with Nathan. We've dismissed the caregivers and won't live in that big house anymore. We're moving out this afternoon. As for Oliver, it's up to your conscience, Henry. But we're prepared. If we're lucky, maybe we'll see him back next year."
Clara choked up slightly. "As for Grace," she paused, "You and she were married for a few years. Let her go. If she made any mistake, it was liking you when she was young. Henry, liking someone isn't a big mistake, is it?"
Henry's heart tightened.
He looked at Clara, this heartbroken woman, still planning for Grace and Oliver because the Windsor family had no one left. Even Grace had fallen, so she had to negotiate.
After Clara finished, she quietly left.
The coffee left only its lingering aroma.
Henry sat alone until the last rays of the setting sun filtered through the blinds, and he slowly came back to his senses.
Celeste knocked and entered, softly delivering the news, "The Windsor family has moved out, and the caregivers have been dismissed, Mr. Montague."
The sunset cast a shadow on Henry's face. His expression was dark and unclear.
He drove to the Windsor family home.
The Windsor family moved out quickly. Inside, except for the original furniture, everything else was gone, and it was very clean, as if no one had ever lived there.
He went to Grace's bedroom. It was also empty. All the light pink furnishings were gone, leaving no trace.
Henry sat on the ivory-white bed, gently stroking the edge where they had slept shoulder to shoulder. He had held her and softly told her he would leave at dawn and come back to take her home after his business trip.
At that moment, Grace's expression was joyful.
Henry closed his eyes lightly. He pondered, 'He was very close to happiness, always within reach.'
Maybe it was because he knew Grace liked him. No matter how sad she was, he could always coax her, and if that didn't work, he could hire a team of psychologists to analyze her. So, he didn't cherish her.
Clearly, she was the only one he had ever liked!
Henry drove back to the hospital. When he got out of the car, only a sliver of the setting sun remained on the treetops.
The entire sky was tinged with a faint red.
Feeling deeply oppressed, he leaned against the car, took out a pack of cigarettes, and lit one.
He was in a white shirt and light gray woolen jacket. His neatly trimmed hair made his features look even more handsome in the twilight. As he exhaled a wisp of smoke, the evening breeze tore it apart in mid-air.
Henry stared blankly for a long time, then looked up at Grace's hospital room.
Then his gaze froze!
By the window stood a couple, Grace leaning on Owen's shoulder, crying quietly. The sunset bathed them in orange-red light, making the scene beautiful!
Henry saw Owen gently wipe her tears, saw Owen hold her in his arms, and saw Grace gently hug Owen's waist.
Henry stood downstairs, watching quietly for a long time. At that moment, he tasted jealousy and heartbreak!