Chapter 30
In this very instant, Antonio’s dream that had haunted him for years came
true.
He felt cold all over because Grace seemed so calm.
She looked at him as if he were a stranger, and it seemed she wasn’t faking it.
Clenching his fist, Antonio said, “I’m sorry. Ms. Spence, you’re a spitting image of a friend of mine, and I mistook you for her.“.
Anyone would find this laughable.
After several years, the victim finally heard her first apology under such
circumstances.
Grace smiled.
Did she hate Antonio? The answer was yes, of course.
She hated him for being oblivious, for failing to distinguish right from wrong, and for taking away everything she had–her affection and kidney included–and repaying her with seven years of torture.
But it was all in the past now.
So, his belated apology no longer mattered that much.
“No worries, Mr. Kaufman. Your suit is wet. Why don’t you have a waiter take you to the dressing room to change?”
She nodded, showing perfect understanding.
Then she took Gaven’s hand and gracefully sashayed into the dance floor.
Antonio’s affectionate, burning gaze was fixated on her, but she didn’t turn around.
She thought. “Antonio, after all these years. I still haven’t forgiven you But I’ve already let go.
“At this point, you and I are two people from two different worlds already. Nothing between us can go back.
“I don’t hate you, but I won’t love you again either.”
Antonio looked at “Camille“, who was completely at ease while socializing with numerous artists and business tycoons.
He felt as if his heart was stabbed by a sharp knife.
Camille? No, that was Grace, the woman who cried non–stop yet remained an icy expression in his dream.
Why are you pretending not to know me?” he murmured as he stared at her graceful figure.
“That doesn’t matter. Nothing matters as long as you’re back. I’m so glad you’re back.”
He smiled. He had been down for half a year, yet at this moment, his mood suddenly brightened.
He thought. “Grace, the future is long.”
Two hours later, Simon arrived at the Parrish’s villa.
Antonio had him tell the Parrish family about the news.
“What? You saw Grace?”
Upon learning the news, Aileen nearly dropped her teacup.
Luckily, Naomi caught it in time.
“Grace… Where is she? Is she alright? Is she in perfect health?”
After setting down the teacup, Naomi asked anxiously.
“Yes, she’s fine. Don’t worry. But…”
Simon was in a quandary, hesitating whether to tell them Grace was now “Camille“.
“But what? Tell us,” Naomi urged.
“Ms. Grace has changed her name. She’s now Camille Spence, a famous. rising star in the painting field.”
Under their anxious gazes, Simon told them the truth.
Aileen was stunned. “Painting? I never knew she could paint.”
Her eyes turned red as she was lost in some memory.
“Give me a second, Mr. Parker.”
She went to the bedroom on the second floor.
Soon, she came back with a large bag of what looked like paintings.
It was the paintings she drew when she was pregnant with Grace twenty-
seven years ago.
“Could you do me a favor? If possible, please give Grace these. I’ve never been a good mom to her. I never raised her, and after she came back. I favored the one who had stolen everything from her. I’m not trying to justify myself…”
Aileen choked up.
“It’s just that when I was pregnant with her, I swore I’d give her all my love. I painted all these for her. If she wants to have them, that’s all the best. If she doesn’t, she can deal with them however she wants.”
She smiled.
“We let her down. We don’t expect her to forgive us. As long as she’s well, healthy, and happy….
“That’s all we want.”
