Chapter 270 Grace Is Not Dead
Henry sat in the office for what felt like forever before finally heading home that evening.
The black Rolls-Royce cruised through the fancy black gates. By the time it rolled to a stop, dusk had settled in, and only a sliver of twilight hung on the horizon.
Henry killed the engine and stepped out of the car.
Taylor came running out of the house and wrapped herself around his leg, whispering, "Daddy."
In that moment, Henry's heart skipped a beat. Memories from the past came flooding back. This was the scene he had once painted for Grace, "When I get home from work, our daughter will run over, hug my leg, and call me Daddy."
Back then, he'd whisper in her ear, "Grace, let's have a daughter."
Taylor looked so much like Grace. She was right there in front of him, but Grace was gone.
Henry stood there quietly for a long time. Taylor seemed to sense something and whimpered, "Daddy."
Henry bent down and scooped her up.
Taylor was almost 8 now. He hadn't held her like this in ages, but right now, he just needed to hold his first child with Grace.
Taylor clung tightly to Henry's neck. She saw the glimmer in his eyes and softly asked, "Daddy, are you crying?"
Henry pulled himself together. "No, I'm not crying. Let me see your homework."
Taylor still clung tightly to his neck.
She had grown a lot taller. Her hair, once shoulder-length, now reached her waist. Maybe she missed Grace too much over the past year, and she didn't look well-cared-for, appearing thin and fragile.
Henry spent the evening with his two kids, putting them to bed before heading back to his master bedroom.
A year had passed, but everything in the room was just as it was. None of Grace's belongings were missing, and they were even regularly maintained. Henry often missed Grace.
And tomorrow was a special day—it was Grace's birthday.
But he had no one to share these thoughts with. He didn't confide in those around him, and he couldn't show his feelings in front of the kids because Grace hadn't died naturally. He didn't want to stir up Taylor's memories of those bloody scenes.
Henry silently missed Grace and continued to love her quietly. On the surface, he seemed calm, but inside, he was already going mad.
The next day, Henry went to Icewind. He sat by the sea, quietly staring at the horizon for a long time.
He pulled out a small cake and, talking to himself as if Grace were there, said, "Grace, today is your birthday. Happy birthday! I made the cake myself."
"These are new dishes from Serene Petal Dining. Grace, try them. The company is doing well, Ivan is very capable, and the kids and Clara are all fine. Clara's leg is completely healed, and I'll always take good care of her, so you can rest easy. But Grace, I miss you so much." As Henry spoke, he took out a delicate diamond necklace from his pocket.
His voice got even softer, "Grace, I know this necklace was your favorite. You turned it down so many times when I tried to give it to you, but I knew you wanted it. You always loved me while pretending otherwise. But Grace, it was kinda cute."
Henry smiled faintly, but his eyes were wet with tears.
He dug a deep hole in the sand and buried the delicate necklace inside, like he was burying his love for Grace deep in his heart. He filled the hole with sand, leaving no trace.
Henry stood there for a long time before slowly getting up. As he walked away, tears welled up in his eyes. He realized that, in the end, he was just an average guy. He couldn't defy fate, and there was nothing that could bring Grace back.
He hated to admit it, but he knew deep down that Grace was gone.
That evening, Henry headed back to the city.
The sleek black car moved slowly. The rear window was half-open, and Henry turned his head to quietly watch the clouds float by. His thin face showed no expression.
He didn't see Grace standing on the opposite street, looking lost.
She had no memories of the past, no family, just two sets of clothes, a little bit of money, and a simple wallet with her driver's license.
She looked at it: Grace, female, born on September 20, 1990.
She only knew her name was Grace. Everything else was a mystery to her—her family, her past—all of it unknown.
She looked up in confusion and saw a black luxury car in the adjacent lane. Inside sat a very distinguished and dazzling man, his expression filled with melancholy and sadness.
Grace stood on the street, watching Henry.
Sensing her gaze, Henry looked in her direction. Just as their eyes were about to meet, a water truck passed between them, its loud engine drowning out the sounds around them..
The water from the truck splashed into Henry's car.
Sawyer raised the window and grumbled, "They really don't consider pedestrians!"
Henry, in a bad mood, gave a faint smile.
After about five more minutes of driving, he suddenly called out to Sawyer, "Stop the car! No, turn back! Go back to where the water truck passed!"
Sawyer was puzzled. "Mr. Montague, what's wrong?"
Henry leaned back in his seat, feeling drained of all energy. His voice trembled as he said, "It's Grace! I think Grace is back. Only Grace would look at me like that!"
Sawyer didn't believe it, but he couldn't bear to crush Henry's hopes because he could feel Henry's immense pain.
Sawyer made a U-turn and drove back. Everything on the street seemed to be moving in reverse.
Henry was anxious, desperate to know if it was really Grace he had just seen.
At that moment, a large screen on a nearby mall lit up, showing a live video.
On the giant LCD screen, the sky was ablaze with orange, the city lights were just coming on, and a clear, delicate face looked up at the tall buildings, filled with confusion.
In that instant, Henry's tears fell. It was Grace. His Grace was not dead.