Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 431

On the other side, Grace hadn't been hurt, but Liam, standing next to her, was still visibly shaken.

"Grace, I'll get you something to change into. Go shower and wash that gasoline smell off you," he said.

Grace nodded and headed into the villa. As she walked through the main hall, she locked eyes with Andrea.

Andrea arched a brow smugly and scoffed, turning her head with a snide remark, "Serves you right. Guess you've made a lot of enemies—everybody seems to want you dead."

She barely got the words out before Liam walked in and heard her.

His lips pressed into a thin line, voice dropping low and cold. "Andrea."

Knowing how much he cared about Grace right now, Andrea raised her shoulders in a fake shrug. "Alright, I was just kidding. I mean, I'm worried too. Why don't I let her borrow some of my clothes?"

Liam didn't even acknowledge the offer. Instead, he turned around and called Sebastian, asking him to bring a fresh set of Grace's clothes.

After he hung up, his tone got even harsher.

By now, Grace was already upstairs. The only people left in the room were him and Andrea.

"She doesn't need your clothes. She'd probably be disgusted. She's never liked you. So do us both a favor—don't speak to her, and especially not like that."

Andrea's face turned pale, then flushed red in humiliation.

She'd gotten comfortable playing house in this villa, soaking up the attention like a trophy wife. Everyone tiptoed around her, treated her like she was untouchable. However, Liam's words had cut through that illusion.

Deep down, she was still just the girl who used to work in a bar. Even if she eventually married Liam, it was clear that Grace would always come first in his heart.

That meant Grace had to go.

A flicker of hatred crossed Andrea's face as her hand instinctively moved to rest over her stomach.

Her lips had gone pale, and the cramping in her abdomen felt like it was tearing her apart. For a moment, she truly thought she might pass out.

Liam spun around and began rifling through cabinets, searching frantically for painkillers.

Downstairs, Andrea noticed his panic and asked suspiciously, "What's going on? Is she hurt?"

"Yeah. She's on her period. It always hit her hard."

Andrea's nose scrunched in frustration. "How do you even know that?"

"She's my sister. Of course I know. We always had painkillers in the house for her."

His hands trembled as he finally found the medication, then bolted for the stairs.

Andrea's eyes narrowed. She didn't believe it. She was convinced Grace was faking—playing weak just to get sympathy after Andrea had mocked her. She thought it was just a show to remind everyone that no matter what, Liam would always put Grace first.