Chapter 33
At Mercy Hospital, Antonio was rushed into the emergency room.
Aileen had hurried over after hearing about the incident from Simon.
“Grace, my dear, are you okay?”
Aileen pulled Grace, who was covered in blood, close and looked her
over
“I’m fine. This is all Antonio’s blood.”
Grace subtly avoided Aileen’s soft, warm touch and frowned slightly. “What did you just call me?”
“Sorry.” Aileen realized her slip and blurted out the apology.
“It’s fine.” Grace sat down on a bench nearby, waving her hand generously.
She understood that Aileen was used to calling Kyla and Naomi that way.
It was just a habit.
“Grace.” Aileen walked up to Grace and slowly, but firmly, knelt down.
Grace, who was feeling anxious and craving a cigarette, was startled by Aileen’s sudden movement and quickly reached out to hold Aileen’s arms.
“What are you doing? You’re the elder, Mrs. Parrish. How can you kneel
to me?”
For some reason, those words pierced Aileen’s heart.
Perhaps in Grace’s eyes, she was just a stranger now, someone with many titles but no real connection to Grace.
“Grace. I just want to apologize to my daughter as a mother.”
Aileen looked up at Grace, who was so close, her eyes already brimming
with tears.
“Mother?” Grace thought, stunned.
Suddenly, she found it all so laughable.
She wondered. “Why do people always act this way? Why do they always regret only after they’ve lost something and only realize their mistakes. after paying a big price?”
“Mrs. Parrish, are you asking me to forgive Kyla?”
At that moment, that was the only possibility Grace could think of
She looked at Aileen and said calmly, “I’m just a powerless artist now. My forgiveness doesn’t matter. If it makes you feel better, you can just pretend Grace is dead.”
Grace smiled faintly, “I haven’t introduced myself since I came back. My name is Camille Spence.”
Her words “Mrs. Parrish” and “pretend Grace is dead” both made Aileen’s heart ache terribly.
Aileen shook her head repeatedly. “No… Grace, I’m not asking you to forgive Kyla. Kyla has done so many unforgivable things to you. Whether she lives with guilt and regret for the rest of her life or suflers your pain, it’s what she deserves.”
Aileen gripped Grace’s hand tightly.
“You don’t have to forgive her. You can choose not to forgive me, your father, Naomi, or even Mr. Kaufman.”
Tears streamed down Aileen’s face. “Grace, we’ve wronged you. I just want to make it up to you.”
“No need,” Grace interrupted gently. “I don’t need it anymore.”
She didn’t need it anymore.
That meant she once did.
But that time had passed.
“I know that nothing we do matters to you now. But we have to give you what belongs to you.”
Aileen’s expression was firm.
She pulled out several documents from her handbag.
One by one, she explained them to Grace.
“Here’s a transfer agreement for 24.8% of the Parrish Group’s shares. They are under my name, and I’ve already notarized the transfer. They’re yours now. There are also two properties bought for you by your grandfather when he was still alive. They are meant to be yours.”
Aileen looked at Grace, her eyes filled with caution.
She forced a smile. “You’ve become an artist now. That’s wonderful. There are several great galleries and private art museums in Osmal City. I’ve contacted people and bought them. They’re yours now too.”
“Mrs. Parrish, I can’t accept them. I’m doing fine now. I really don’t need them.”
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Grace still shook her head, refusing.
But Aileen continued to look at her with the same gentle, loving gaze.
“Grace, they belong to you. I’m just returning them to their rightful
owner.”
