Chapter 280
Upon seeing how anxious Grace looked, Joanne quickly asked, “What’s wrong?”
“My boyfriend’s hurt, and he’s not picking up the phone. I’m a little worried,” Grace said.
“But I thought you two broke up. Why are you still worrying about him?”
Grace stared at the photo on her screen, her lips drawn into a thin line. “I don’t know. Maybe I still like him a little. I just don’t know how to deal with him. He’s sensitive, and his temper is… peculiar.”
He had never truly believed she loved him. That doubt was planted deep within him, almost pathological in its persistence.
She set her phone aside and took another sip of her soda. Just then, Joanne asked gently, “Grace, do you like Mr. Henderson?”
The sudden question somehow took Grace aback. She couldn’t quite comprehend why Joanne would be curious about that.
Her brows furrowed as she said, “No, I don’t have feelings for him. Besides, the Henderson family’s internal struggle is far too complicated. I don’t want to be caught in it, especially since I’ve already resigned from Henderson Group.”
Joanne looked startled. “You resigned? When?”
“A few days ago.” As she spoke, she noticed Joanne’s mood shift. There was a lightness in her expression that hadn’t been there a moment ago.
She said softly, “Grace, why don’t you reconcile with your boyfriend? If you still like him, you should talk to him.”
Grace massaged her temples. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to talk to him. It was Ed’s obsessive nature that made it so difficult to approach him.
Her phone buzzed again. This time, it was a video.
In the clip, Ed’s feet were perched precariously on the edge of a cliff. The sound of the wind was deafening, its howls reminiscent of tortured souls. It was far more terrifying than the storm in Siltham a few days ago.
Grace’s heart leaped into her throat when she saw his feet dangling over the abyss. She immediately dialed his number again, but the call remained unanswered.
Her heart pounded violently as she hastily typed out a message. “Ed, don’t do anything stupid. At least think about your family.”
After the message was sent, it suddenly hit Grace that his brother had passed away and the gravestone was just outside his residence. A stabbing ache gripped her chest, and she quickly sent another message. “Think about me.”
Her palms were slick with sweat. Deep down, something in her knew that he just might actually do it.
She had never truly understood his temperament, but through the times they had spent together, she had come to realize that beneath his stubborn obsession lay something deeper. And it wasn’t something she wished to discover.
Still, there was no reply. Gritting her teeth, she sent another message.
“I want to hold you right now. If you jump, I’ll never get to hold you again. I’ll regret breaking up with you. I like you. Shefts are too cheap, and they don’t suit you. I bought you
vef
something else. Do you want to
open it yourself?”
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that she was only saying this to bring him back.
Yet he believed her. Finally, a reply came through. “Really?”
Grace couldn’t help but laugh through her tears. She seized the moment by saying, “Really. I’m coming to find you now. If I don’t see you, I’ll look for another man.”
“Don’t look for anyone else. I’ll come back,” he replied.
She let out a quiet breath of relief, her hands trembling slightly as she wiped away the sweat from her palms. She had initially visited Joanne to spend the night, but now, she had no choice but to leave.
Rising from the couch, she said, “Joanne, I have something to take care of. I need to go now.”
Joanne walked her to the door, asking, “Is it about your boyfriend?”
“Yeah, he’s throwing a tantrum.”
“Grace, you care for him a lot.”
Grace said nothing, her mind fixed solely on getting to Ed as soon as possible.
After Grace left, Joanne gazed at the pile of items on the table, among which lay an exquisite bracelet worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. It was a gift Grace had bought as an apology.
She snapped a photo of it when an idea formed in her mind. She quickly posted it on her social media account.
“Grace stopped by and brought so many gifts, yet her mind was entirely on her boyfriend. How lucky he must be. I wonder if they’ll get married. I’ve already prepared their wedding gift.”
After posting it, she kept her eyes fixed on her feed. Before long, she received a notification that an account with a familiar profile photo had liked her post.
A glimmer flickered in her eyes, and
the spark of joy lifted her mood. Yet just as quickly, the fragile smile on her lips stowly faded away as reality caught up. It was because, just as always, he only ever liked posts that involved Grace.
Her grip on the phone tightened, and in that instant, a cold gleam flashed beneath
her gaze.