Chapter 208


    Chapter 208


    Patric witnessed Grace’s tearful breakdown and couldn’t help but shed tears himself. He tightly hugged


    her,forting her to calm down. “Girl, take a deep breath. It’s not your fault. Don’t burden. yourself


    with all the me. Torturing yourself like this will only crush your spirit”


    But Grace clung tightly to his cuff, her mind haunted by the nightmare from the day before the ident.


    She couldn’t hear Patric’s words and her tears kept flowing. “Third brother, I always thought he hijacked


    the ne to kill me. I despised him and tortured him, refusing to listen to any exnations. The abuse


    he endured was real. It’s all my fault I killed him” It’s all because of me. Patric held her tear-stained


    face, repeating his reassurances gently. ‘No, you’re not at fault. You didn’t kill him. It was his choice.


    He’s gone now, but your life still continues. Don’t let yourself suffer anymore.”


    “But, third brother””


    She retreated into Patric’s embrace, sobbing uncontrobly.


    “I wanted to numb myself too. I drank so much alcohol, trying to forget everything and regain my


    senses, but I couldn’t. The more I drank, the clearer my mind became. 1′””


    Her crying became so intense that she struggled to breathe and eventually sumbed to an


    overwhelming drowsiness.


    “Girl!”


    Patric panicked and quickly called for a doctor, carrying her out of the bathroom and bringing her back


    to the room on the third floor.


    Since the room was filled with men, it was inconvenient to change Grace’s clothes and tend to her


    body. Patric asked Fifteen to drive and bring Nancy’s mother to the Cloud View Vi.


    A group of people surrounded Grace, w


    was in a fever-induceda, not leaving her side for a moment. The doctor arrived and administered a


    fever-reducing injection, but Grace’s condition remained weak. After three days of drinking high-


    concentration white wine on an empty stomach, her stomach had almost been burned through. She


    received two bags of intravenous matrition, gradually restoring color to her pale face. Exclusive content from N?velDrama.Org.


    They continued with various treatments, working tirelessly for two days and nights until the weak figure


    on the bed finally stirred awake.


    Grace’s head throbbed, and her first words upon waking echoed the same name. “Year of the


    Emperor**


    Though her voice was hoarse, Patric sat beside her bed and heard her clearly. He sighed softly while


    helping her cool


    the freshly stewed chicken soup from Mrs. Mellis. “Girl, forget about him. Third brother believes that


    you will meet a better man in the future, someone who loves you even


    more.”


    Grace stared at him in shock, ready to refute, but no words escaped her lips.


    In this realistic society, how many people are capable of sacrificing their lives for each other? She


    believed she would never encounter a love like his again in her lifetime.


    Her heart ached with a colicky pain, and she wrestled with her emotions.


    Patric understood her struggle, but he had no choice but to gently persuade her, “You’re still young.


    The days ahead will get better and better. Don’t dwell on this grief anymore, okay? Look at how worn


    out you’ve been since you returned from his funeral. It breaks third brother’s heart to see you like this.”


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    “If Dad and the second brother knew, they would be heartbroken too. Instead of dwelling on your own


    pain, think about these rtives who love you, alright?”


    Grace turned her face away, ignoring his words and looking out the window, lost in her own thoughts.


    “Come on, girl, have some chicken soup. Mrs. Mellis made it with care. It’s delicious.” Patric urged,


    offering a spoonful to her.


    Grace remained silent, her pale and parched lips tightly sealed.


    Knowing her stubbornness, Patric sighed once again, realizing he needed to change his approach.


    “Since you want to make amends for him, you need to get better soon. With his passing, only two


    women remain in the Feng family. Although all the assets are now in your hands, you must help Mr.


    Smith settle down with his family.”


    A glimmer of light flickered in Grace’s eyes, catching Patric’s attention.


    Eager to seize the opportunity, Patric continued, “You need to recover ande up with the best


    solution. You must think about your future steps, don’t you agree?”


    She lowered her eyes, deep in contemtion.


    Patric quickly handed her the bowl of chicken soup again, gently coaxing her, “That’s why we’re having


    chicken soup now. Take care of your health first so you can handle these matters.”


    This time, Grace didn’t refuse. She drank the soup he offered.


    Patric knew that Neen had mentioned not to bring up Edgar’s name, so he refrained from doing so.


    He continued to encourage Grace, telling her about the responsibilities that awaited her in the Feng


    family and the Fallen Group.


    With two days of rest, her body had recovered considerably, and her voice gradually regained strength.


    In the morning, as shey in bed sipping chicken congee, she called Neen into the room.


    “Miss, did you call for me?” Neen asked as he entered.


    Grace sipped her congee, her face expressionless, and asked, “How is Nick?”


    “I heard he was sent to a high-security prison. I don’t know how long he’ll be serving, but he won’t be


    able to retain his position as the director of the secret investigation department. After all, he stole the


    banned drugs from theboratory. It’s a serious offense. You were also affiliated with the National


    Bureau of Investigation”” Neen informed her.


    Grace continued sipping her congee, her mind focused.


    Neen patted his mouth in annoyance, aware that Patric had instructed him not to mention. Edgar’s


    name. However, he couldn’t help but express his remorse. “Miss, I’m sorry” I’m truly sorry about Mr. Fa


    matter. I understand if you me me and don’t want to see me again in the


    future.”


    His eyes turned red, and a sense of reluctance permeated his words. “But, could you allow me to be on


    duty for one more day? I promise not to disturb your life again in the future.”


    It was just one day, and Grace didn’t mind. “Tine,” she replied.


    Neen left with a heavy heart.


    Once he was gone, Eleven hurriedly entered the room. “Miss, your phone has been on silent mode


    recently, and you have not received a call from Miss Belinda, who has just sent someone to Greg


    Fallen to thepany every day recently, yelling for you to hand over the management rights.”


    Grace didn’t have much expression, she had expected it.


    As soon as Edgar leaves, 45% of his shares are unwilled, and Greg will certainly not miss this


    opportunity.