Chapter 167 The Truth Revealed: It Was Grace Who Had Awakened Henry 2
That night, the Williams family got an invite to the mansion. They were all jittery, trying to figure out what Henry was up to.
But Rebecca? She was cool as a cucumber. "It's gotta be Mr. Montague remembering how awesome Elodie was and wanting to pay us back. If he offers cash, just take it," she said, all chill.
Her demeanor showed no signs of having lost Elodie just six months prior.Calvin snapped at her, "You're so money-hungry!"
Rebecca was about to snap back when she saw Celeste coming down the stairs. She quickly plastered on a smile. "Celeste, it's so sweet of Mr. Montague to still think of us. We're truly honored!"
Celeste's vibe was totally different now.
She spoke in a frosty tone, "Mr. Montague is waiting for you in the study."
The Williams family felt a shiver run down their spines, and even Rebecca lost some of her swagger. As they headed upstairs, she nudged Sierra and whispered, "You gotta back me up later. Remember all the good stuff I've done for you."
Sierra's face went pale. She had a hunch it was about the film she handed over. She knew she messed up but kept her mouth shut.
In no time, the Williams family followed Celeste upstairs.
The study reeked of cigarette smoke.
Rebecca waved her hand, her voice sharp. "Celeste, how are you taking care of Mr. Montague? How can anyone stay in this smoke-filled place?"
Celeste just sneered.
Henry was sitting on the sofa, looking sharp as ever, even with his tie still on. He stared at the cigarette between his fingers, his voice low. "Why did you have Elodie pretend to be Grace back then?"
Rebecca and Calvin were floored.
Sierra was also stunned, thinking, 'Pretend?'
The room was dead silent for a long time before Rebecca snapped, "Mr. Montague, you've got to have a heart. You can't say such ungrateful things just because our Elodie is gone. We won't stand for it."
"Ungrateful, huh?" Henry tossed a film in front of her. "This is a piece Elodie played. It doesn't hold a candle to what you stole back then!"
Rebecca wanted to argue, but Calvin started yelling at her, "I told you we shouldn't do shady stuff, but you pushed Elodie into it. Now we've lost our daughter and our reputation!"
Rebecca and Calvin started bickering, "Everything I did was for Elodie, for this family!"
Their argument got heated.
"Enough!" Henry's voice was soft but tired. "I don't want to hear the details anymore. I called you here to tell you three things. First, return all the assets I gave to the Williams family. Second, remove Elodie's ashes and take them away; she can't be buried in Evergreen City. Third, never show your faces to me again."
Rebecca collapsed to the ground. "Mr. Montague, you can't be so heartless."
Henry's face was stone-cold. "The other option is prison!"
Rebecca sat on the ground, bawling shamelessly, "We were saving that money for our retirement. If you take it away, how are Calvin and I supposed to live? Sierra, beg Mr. Montague on our behalf. Didn't you say he liked you?"
Sierra was mortified. Turns out, not only was she a nobody, but even Elodie only got attention by pretending to be Grace.
She helped Rebecca up, feeling utterly ashamed, "It was our fault, Rebecca..."
A slap landed hard on Sierra's face! Rebecca cursed her out with harsh words.
Henry paid no mind to the drama the drama unfolding behind him. He got up and walked out of the study, with Celeste trailing him. "I'll handle it, Mr. Montague!" she said.
Under the crystal chandelier, Henry's face was a blank slate. "Just leave them breathing. Do whatever else you want."
Celeste's heart skipped a beat, and she nodded.
She watched Henry head downstairs. Moments later, the sound of a car engine revving up echoed from the courtyard. She knew Henry was off to pick up Grace.
Tears welled up in Celeste's eyes. Grace was finally coming back.
The ground was blanketed in snow.
A black Range Rover crawled through the snow, taking its sweet time to reach the private villa. It was still the same red brick and white walls, standing in the darkness like a ghost.
Upon pulling into the driveway, Henry observed the nearly pristine yard, blanketed in high piles of snow, sending a chill down his spine.
As he got out of the car, he suddenly stumbled, falling to one knee in the snow. The snow quickly melted, soaking his pants and sticking to his skin, painfully cold.
Henry stumbled into the villa, noticing an extra door in the hallway, which was locked.
The food Henry had sent for Grace was mostly eaten, with only a few scraps left on the plate. Taylor's photos were carelessly thrown nearby.
The people he had hired at high salaries were now warming themselves by an electric heater, playing cards.
Seeing Henry, they panicked. "Mr. Montague..."
Henry's voice was icy. "Open this door."
They tried to argue, but Henry kicked over their card table, gritting his teeth. "Open the door!"
One of them went to open the door, muttering, "These were all Mrs. Montague's arrangements. We didn't dare to act on our own, Mr. Montague..."
Henry kicked him down the stairs, and the man screamed, breaking two ribs.
Henry walked down the dark hallway and reached out to turn on the light.
The light didn't come on; the second-floor wiring had been cut. A window in the middle of the stairs was open, letting in a cold, biting wind.
Henry clenched his fingers tightly.
His face was tense, almost twisted, as he quickly went upstairs, his trembling hand pushing open the bedroom door.
There was no electric light, no heating, not even a cup ofwater.
Grace was huddled in a corner, having lost so much weight in just half a month that she was almost unrecognizable.
The door opened. Grace saw a tall figure walk in. It was Henry, softly calling her name.
His voice sounded very anxious as if he was deeply concerned.
But wasn't he the one who sent her here? Had he forgotten?
Henry walked to Grace's side, squatting down to look at her, gently stroking her face.
Grace was startled, reflexively calling out Taylor's name, repeatedly, "Taylor, Taylor."
Henry's heart was about to break, and he softly murmured apologies.
He held her thin wrist, trying to pull her up, but she cried out in pain.
Henry's heart sank. He rolled up Grace's sleeve, and his blue eyes narrowed sharply. Her thin arm was covered in needle marks.
Henry had studied medicine and immediately knew what had been injected: sedatives!
Aurora wanted to drain the life out of Grace in this villa.
Henry's eyes welled up with emotion his voice almost trembling. "Come home with me, Grace. I'll make you well."
Grace looked at him, her eyes devoid of any light.
She had been depressed before, but in the past half month, she had been tortured to the brink of insanity.
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