Chapter 230 Grace, I'm Begging You
Grace wanted to figure out if Henry was being real or just faking it.
Henry stared back at her. They'd been hitched for years and knew each other inside out. She knew he still had a thing for her, which was why she showed up at Tranquil Heights, hooked up with him, and clung to him so tight.
She was dead tired but still down to please him. Only real love could explain that.
Henry felt a deep sadness. They had loved but never seemed to be in love. Grace used to love him, but her heart gradually grew cold. He then fell in love with her, and now they couldn't love each other.
Every time hope rose in his heart, it quickly extinguished when he saw his powerless legs, leaving only sadness.
Henry looked at Grace's hurt expression and cruelly said those insincere words, "Grace, do you think there's still a chance for us? Yes, I still like you, but you have someone else! Love is easy to talk about but hard to do. I'm like this now; I just want to live the rest of my life easily. If I owe you anything, it's your dream of playing the violin. Now I've repaid it with my right arm. Isn't that enough?"
Henry gave a cold smile and then looked at her, waiting for her to give up.
Women always had their pride. With such harsh words, no woman would cling to him, especially not Grace. The more passionate it was earlier, the more awkward it was now.
Grace's body gradually cooled. She slowly gathered her silk nightgown, covering the red marks on her soft skin, left by Henry in his passion.
His legs couldn't move, and she had to clean everything herself.
Henry did this intentionally. He wanted her to know that if she insisted on being with him, she would have to face such embarrassing situations every time unless she wanted the servants to know.
Grace cleaned herself simply, then silently took a tissue to wipe Henry and help him tidy his bathrobe. Even so, he still carried the scent of their intimacy.
After doing all this, Grace lowered her head and said okay. She said it was all just a game. When she said this, she felt wronged.
She wasn't made of iron; she could get hurt too.
In the afternoon, she and Clara left with the kids.
Counting the days, she had stayed at Henry's villa for three or four days.
When Grace left, Henry didn't come downstairs. He sat alone by the floor-to-ceiling window in his study, quietly watching the parking lot below.
Beside him was Mia Murphy, the new caregiver Celeste had found, a woman in her early forties, very steady.
Mia brought a cup of water and gently said, "Mr. Montague, it's time for your medication."
Henry didn't move his gaze and said indifferently, "Okay."
As he took his medicine, he saw Grace standing in the sunlight. Suddenly, a sense of self-loathing rose in his heart. He knew very well that all his excuses were just that—excuses. He didn't want to be with her because he lacked the courage.
He lacked the courage to walk in the sunlight with her, to face the strange looks from others. Everything else was just an excuse.
Henry gently closed his eyes.
Over there, Grace left with the kids.
Taylor was already better. In the car, she chattered away, clearly having forgotten everything Anouk had said.
Grace's heart slowly relaxed. She exchanged a glance with Clara in the rearview mirror and smiled faintly.
Fifteen minutes later, the car rolled up a private road in a fancy villa area. As they got closer, they spotted a black Range Rover parked at the entrance, with a tall dude standing next to it.
Grace recognized him right away—it was Dylan. Without uttering a word, her expression hardened.
Clara couldn't hold back. "He's got the nerve to show up! After all the crap he put our family through, what does he want now?"
Grace hadn't spilled the beans to Clara about Oliver and Sarah before. Now seemed like the right time. "Oliver married Dylan's sister Sarah a year ago. She's only 21."
Clara was floored. After a moment, she pulled herself together. "No way! We've been in Vesper City all year. How could he pull off something that big without us knowing? Is Dylan messing with us?"
Grace gave a bitter smile. "I called Oliver. He owned up to it."
Clara was at a loss for words, feeling all kinds of mixed up.
As they chatted, the car pulled up to Dylan. He stepped forward to stop it.
Grace knew what he was after—info about Sarah.
She opened the car door and told Clara to take Avery and Taylor inside first. She stayed back to talk to Dylan.
In the fading light, Clara walked away with the kids, their figures slowly disappearing.
Grace watched them go.
Dylan watched too, almost forgetting the cigarette between his fingers. After a long pause, he gave a bitter smile. "You and he have kids now. Never saw that coming."
Grace turned her gaze to Dylan.
When Dylan met her eyes, his tall frame shook a bit. He cupped his hands, relit the half-burnt cigarette, took a drag, and looked at her again. "I came to ask where Sarah is."
"I don't know," Grace said honestly. "When we were in Vesper City, I never heard of Sarah. Oliver never mentioned her. All I know is they're married! Dylan, if you're really worried, go to Vesper City. I doubt Sarah would refuse to see you."
Dylan cut to the chase, "Oliver pulled some strings to block my travel documents. I can't get to Vesper City right now."
Dylan was young but already a big shot in the legal world, a master at playing power games.
He'd never asked anyone for help, but Sarah was his only sister, his only family. He almost pleaded with Grace, "I'm begging you, please ask Oliver to let Sarah go! She's innocent in all this family drama. She knows nothing."
Grace's voice had a tinge of sadness. "Back then, Oliver was innocent too."
Dylan stared at her, his long fingers holding the cigarette trembling slightly, showing his great restraint.
After a long pause, Grace walked to her car. When she opened the door, she hesitated.
She said softly, "I'll try. I'll try to help you find out, but Dylan, as you said, they're married. Some things can't be undone."
With that, she drove the car through the villa gate.
The silver Rolls-Royce brushed past Dylan. She was calm, not wanting to run him over like two years ago, but Dylan took a step back anyway.
Dylan leaned against his car, lost in memories. After getting his revenge, he never felt happy. Every time he woke up in the middle of the night, he always dreamed of his office, light seeping through the blinds, and Grace in front of him, always looking sad.