Chapter 74 The Truth! Grace Was Set Up at That Night [1]
Late at night, Henry walked into Montague Group Hospital, bleeding heavily.
Despite his efforts to hide it, the doctor could smell a faint masculine scent on him. With his hastily thrown-on clothes, it was clear he'd been up to something intense before coming in.
The doctor was speechless. While stitching him up, he coughed and said, "Mr. Montague, if this happens again, stop all strenuous activities and come to the hospital immediately. It could be dangerous."
"Can't stop!" Henry leaned against the sofa, glancing at Grace beside him. She was probably here just to see him suffer.
Grace ignored him, checking her phone. Henry wondered if she was flirting with that new guy she added.
She guessed his thoughts and said calmly, "Not everyone is as filthy as you."
Henry sneered, "No matter how filthy I am, you still enjoy it!"
The doctor couldn't take it anymore. He focused on stitching six stitches, then gave some instructions, mentioning it wouldn't leave a scar.
Henry didn't care. "I'm not a woman; a few scars are nothing!"
The doctor looked at Henry's handsome face and thought, 'When God gives too much, people get arrogant.'
Henry needed to stay overnight. He wanted Grace to stay, but she felt her duty was done. After making sure he was comfortable, she got ready to leave.
While packing, Henry stared at her. "You're not staying?"
Grace hummed. "I'm tired and need rest at home," she said. "Plus, Elodie is here; she can visit you anytime. It might be easier if I step out."
Henry's voice turned cold. "I should give you a medal! The most considerate wife award."
Grace replied with a hint of sarcasm, "Oh, sure, it's all part of your plan with Elodie to make me look considerate!"
Then, her tone softened. "Let's not dwell on this, Henry. It's all in the past. Who was right or wrong, who loved whom—it doesn't matter anymore. Let's not hurt each other more. Let's move on."
The light was bright, and Grace's face was serious. "The Montague Group shares I have are worth at least $800 million. If you help Oliver win the lawsuit, I'll return the shares, and we can go our separate ways. You can fulfill Elodie's dream of being your wife."
She looked at him calmly, with no love or hate in her eyes. Henry's eyelids twitched. After a while, he forced a smile. "What about you, Grace? What's your dream?"
Grace didn't answer. She turned and opened the door, closing it gently behind her.
Outside, Elodie sat in a wheelchair, looking pale and worried.
Grace watched her quietly, not playing the scorned wife or calling staff to remove her. She knew she was no longer Mrs. Montague at heart.
In a love triangle, the one not loved often feels like the outsider. It's harsh but true.
As Grace walked down the hospital corridor, the click-clack of her heels echoed, emphasizing her solitude.
Henry's question lingered in her mind. Once, her dream was to be Henry's wife, but reality shattered that. Now, she just wanted the freedom to be herself.
Elodie entered the ward, feeling a mix of apprehension and sadness. She had heard that Henry was injured, and Grace did it! Despite the pain, she longed to be by his side, hoping they could find comfort and healing together.
Henry leaned on the sofa, his forehead wrapped in bandages, lost in thought about Grace's words. When the door opened, he thought Grace had returned and blurted out, "Grace, was your dream ever about me?"
Elodie, hearing this, turned pale. The tenderness in his voice, something she had never experienced, cut through her like a knife.
There was silence from the doorway. Henry looked up and saw Elodie. His eyes filled with exhaustion. "Why is it you? It's late, go back to your room and rest."
Elodie was hurt. She looked at Henry for a long time before asking, "Do you really like her?"
Henry didn't answer.
Elodie, on the verge of tears, tried to stay strong. "It's okay, Mr. Montague! I'll be happy for you! But if Mrs. Montague loves you, that would be even better."
Henry wasn't interested. He called the internal line for the doctor and nurse to take Elodie away. Rebecca came over, wanting to say something, but seeing Henry's expression, she held back.
The door closed, and the world was quiet again. Henry rubbed his temples, remembering Celeste's words: "Mr. Montague, why not send Elodie abroad for treatment!"
A flicker of uncertainty crossed his mind. Just as he pondered Celeste's suggestion, she entered with a confidential document. Henry had invested in a private investigator to uncover the secrets of the Celestial Waters Hotel incident from years ago.
Celeste put down the document and, seeing Henry's wound, asked, "Did Grace do this?"
Henry's lips pressed into a thin line. "Who else would have the guts!"
Celeste didn't say more. She knew Henry well and could imagine the circumstances. It was probably just marital issues! After realizing she was over Henry, she felt a bit of schadenfreude.
Henry said indifferently, "You can go now."
Celeste's expression tightened, and she left, knowing the document was not for her eyes.
After she left, Henry opened the video file. In the dim corridor, 20-year-old Grace pushed open a door. Though blurry, the room number was clearly visible: 8201.
Room 8201!
Grace hadn't lied; she went to room 8201, and Henry was in 8202. The room numbers had been switched, setting him up to be with Grace.
A photo fell out of the file. It was Aurora, with the hotel manager, in a private transaction screenshot.
Henry stared at the photo, shocked. His own mother, Aurora, had orchestrated the event that led to Grace becoming his wife. For three years, he had been blind to Grace's true self, neglecting and devaluing her. The woman, who once admired him, had been reduced to this moment. As Grace calmly proposed a clean break, Henry didn't say anything.
Grace had suffered so much, yet she let go so easily!
Henry closed his eyes, his lashes trembling, his facial muscles twitching. He could hardly accept that he had hurt Grace so deeply. And the result was, she was innocent all along.
Her life could have been flawless, destined for greatness had she not married him. Perhaps, when their paths crossed again, she would calmly say, "Henry, I used to admire you."
The Grace he knew back then could have blossomed into someone Henry truly admired. Someone he genuinely cherished!