Chapter 83 It's Too Late, I Like Grace! Only Her!
The servant went upstairs and whispered, "Mr. Montague, Celeste is here!"
Henry, still holding the diamond ring, replied calmly, "Tell her to wait downstairs."
Celeste sat in the first-floor hall. The servant had mentioned Grace moved out and separated from Henry. She thought she'd be happy, but she wasn't.
Henry came down, looking a bit disheveled but freshly dressed. "What's the rush, Celeste?" he asked, sitting at the dining table, ready to eat.
Eating alone always felt lonely, and his appetite seemed to vanish.
Celeste, with a heavy heart, finally said, "Ms. Williams has been trying to reach you. She tries to kill herself by slashing her wrists again in the hospital and lost a lot of blood."
Henry paused mid-soup, still calm. "Does she even have any blood left to lose?"
Celeste realized how much Elodie meant to him. She was about to ask for advice when Henry, sipping his soup, added, "I need to talk to her too."
Beneath his casual tone, tension brewed. Celeste held her breath, sensing the storm.
At 10 P.M., in the VIP ward of the Montague Group hospital.
Elodie lay pale on the bed, a needle in her hand for a blood transfusion. Rebecca tried to comfort her, but Elodie still cried softly.
Henry walked in, looking cold and noble in his black and white suit. He stood out starkly against Rebecca and Elodie.
"Take Mrs. Rebecca Williams out. I want to talk to Ms. Elodie Williams alone," Henry said to Celeste.
With Rebecca gone, the room fell into a suffocating silence.
Elodie's bony fingers clutched the bed sheet. She looked at Henry uneasily and stammered, "Mr. Montague, I didn't mean to. I just thought the house was beautiful and it held my childhood memories."
"Those are Grace's memories," Henry said coldly, throwing photos in front of her. "Your parents were servants for the Windsor family. You went to Tranquil Heights to provoke Grace, hoping I'd marry you."
Elodie's lips trembled. "Mr. Montague, I didn't mean that!"
Henry didn't care about her thoughts. Any pity he had for her was gone.
He walked to the window, looking out at the rustling tree.
"I came to tell you two things," he said coldly. "First, I will never marry you. Second, once you're stable, you'll go abroad, and I'll never see you again. If you do anything disgraceful, I won't be lenient. Think about your parents; they still have decades to live."
His harsh words left Elodie stunned. She looked at him, unable to believe it. "Mr. Montague, have you forgotten I woke you up? You once thought about marrying me..."
Henry interrupted, "I am marrying Grace!"
Elodie, being sensitive, suddenly realized Henry liked and cared about Grace.
She snapped, yanking out the blood transfusion tube, blood staining her hand. "If not for your mother, we would have been together, Henry! Do you think her involvement in that accident was a coincidence? She orchestrated my marriage to a brute who beat me until I couldn't have children. Meanwhile, Grace enjoyed the luxury meant for me. So what if I'm jealous and a little off? The title of Mrs. Montague was mine from the start."
Elodie's outburst left her trembling. "What did I do to deserve this?"
Henry looked at her quietly, then opened the window, letting the night wind blow away the smell of blood. Elodie coughed violently, but he didn't care.
"I'll give you 8 million dollars and arrange for you to go abroad for treatment. Neither you nor your parents should return to Evergreen City," he said hoarsely.
Henry left the ward as Elodie cried and called his name, but he didn't look back.
Celeste came in and handed her a check. Elodie trembled. "Why is he treating me like this?"
Celeste paused before answering, "Three years of marriage, being loved so passionately, even the hardest heart would soften. Ms. Williams, if you're smart, take the offer and leave. Ensure your parents' twilight years are comfortable."
As Celeste left, a hint of emotion lingered. Henry, oblivious to love, seemed to have fallen for Grace.
Henry had just come downstairs when he saw a luxurious black car outside. Inside sat Aurora. The night wind blew, and they looked at each other coldly.
Henry walked over, opened the car door, and sat beside her. "You sent Grace to me, then arranged this tragic scene with Elodie to make me feel guilty. Is it because of Neil? Because you couldn't get your husband's heart, so you didn't want me to have it either. Mom, what do I mean to you?"
Aurora, arrogant, declared, "Emotions are pointless! Grace has strong feelings for you. Indulge her, but guard your true sentiments."
"Too late!" Henry said, staring at her. "I like her! Only her! When she left with her suitcase, I felt the same as you did when Neil left!"
"Henry!" Aurora trembled with anger.
Henry got out of the car, his figure cloaked in a lavish suit, exuding cold nobility. He lit a cigarette, the smoke quickly dispersed by the wind, mirroring his journey—each step like treading on thin ice.
If Henry hadn't been unyielding, if a trace of vulnerability had shown, could he have reached his current stature?