Chapter 446 I Can't Possibly Tell You
Gabriel held her hand and gently nodded.
Jessica became even more agitated. She yanked her hand away, her voice turning icy.
"Let him go now. I don't want to see him."
What could Quentin want with her?
Quentin certainly wasn't here to check on her out of goodwill.
She had just returned to the country when Quentin called her, and she deliberately didn't answer.
She didn't expect Quentin to come looking for her a few days later.
Whenever she thought of Grace, Jessica couldn't bring herself to have a good attitude toward Quentin.
"He can stay here if he wants, but I can't tell him what he wants to know."
"I'm going downstairs to eat. If you want to keep him company, go ahead!"
With that, Jessica headed downstairs.
Recognizing her anger, Gabriel quickly reached out to stop her. "Jessica, don't be like this. Quentin regrets it now. He's here to try to make amends for Grace."
"He can't make up for the suffering Grace has endured all these years."
"Let go of me. I'm going downstairs," Jessica repeated.
"Then I'll go with you."
"No need. Since he's your good friend, stay up here and keep him company!"
As Gabriel and Jessica were tugging at each other, the study door opened, revealing Quentin's tall figure stepping out.
Jessica had to admit she was shocked to see Quentin again.
The once dashing and handsome Quentin now looked much more haggard.
Especially with the beard on his face.
But even so, what did it matter?
Grace was in a worse state than he was.
"Jessica, I know you don't want to see me," Quentin stepped forward to stand in front of her and said. "As long as you can tell me where she is, I'll agree to any condition you have."
"Really?"
With a cool smile, Jessica cast a cold glance at him. "It's been years, and I didn't expect Mr. Taft to be so generous. If you had been this generous with Grace back then, your child would be quite grown up by now."
It wasn't hard to hear the sarcasm in Jessica's words.
But what did sarcasm matter? To find Grace, Quentin had to endure it.
"As Grace's good friend, I know you're standing up for her, and I know you're blaming me. So now I just want to make up for it," Quentin said, his voice low and rough.
"Mr. Taft, you're wrong. You could be so heartless to Grace, you certainly wouldn't have any compassion for me. How dare I blame you?"
"Jessica, I've never begged anyone in my life, but now I'm begging you to tell me where Grace is."
How pitiful that sounds!
If she didn't know the suffering Grace had endured, she might have softened and told Quentin.
But how could she forget?
Grace, such a wonderful, bright girl, could have had a smooth career and even shone on the international stage.
Yet she was tormented by Quentin and the Taft family.
Such a crime was unforgivable.
"Jessica, if you know where Grace is, why not..." Gabriel started to speak up for Quentin.
Jessica was already angry, and seeing Gabriel speak up for Quentin made her even angrier.
"Quentin," Jessica said, looking at him with firm lips, "I'm telling you, I don't know where Grace is. Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you."
"Have you forgotten the shady things you and your prestigious family did? Grace has already had a tough life. She worked so hard to establish herself in the entertainment industry."
"She could have had a brilliant, exciting life, fulfilling her dreams on stage and shining brightly. But a top star fell to a scandalous figure, all because of a word from the Taft family."
"You ruined her life, her feelings, everything. Quentin, don't forget, it was you who made her a shadow of her former self."
The always proud Quentin left Walton Manor almost in disgrace.
At dinner, Jessica was very quiet.
Even when Gilbert and Freddy tried to make her laugh, she only managed a forced smile.
After dinner, she handed Gilbert and Freddy over to Danielle and went upstairs.
The evening was nice, with a cool breeze rustling the leaves.
But even so, just thinking about the afternoon made Jessica feel a heavy weight on her chest.
After hesitation, she took out her phone and dialed the number etched in her heart.
"Hello, Jessica!" The call was quickly answered.
But now, Grace's voice sounded much more gentle and reserved.
No longer as flamboyant and carefree as before.
"Have you settled in since returning to the country?" Grace asked.
"Yes, everything's set."
"What about you and Gabriel? Be sure to let me know when you get married."
"We've applied for the marriage certificate, but the wedding will take some time to prepare, so it might be a while. Don't worry, I'll tell you. I'm waiting for you to be my bridesmaid!"
Grace smiled faintly. "No need for a bridesmaid. Given my current image, it wouldn't be good for your wedding. I'm just happy to be able to attend your wedding and see you so happy"
"Grace, don't say that. There's always a special place for you in my bridesmaid group that no one else can fill."
"Thank you, Jessica!"
The breeze brushed her cheeks, so gently.
But Jessica felt a particularly heavy weight in her heart.
"Grace," she finally said, "there's something I want to tell you."
"What is it?"
"Just now, Quentin came to see me, asking for your address."
Grace fell silent almost instantly.
For a long time, Jessica held the phone, not daring to interrupt.
She could only wait quietly.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Grace's voice came through the phone. "Looking for me? What for? Did he forget that he was the one who drove me away?"
It was such a painful thing.
But Grace didn't cry; she laughed as she spoke.
The more she laughed, the more Jessica felt a knot in her heart.
"Grace, don't worry. Without your permission and consent, I will never tell him. I will always support you."
"Yes, if he comes looking for you again..."
Grace's words trailed off, and she suddenly gave a pale smile. "Forget it. He's always been proud. If he got scolded by you, he probably won't come a second time."
"Besides, maybe he just suddenly remembered that there was a woman who once loved him so desperately and got a whim to ask. If he can't find me, so be it."
"After all, there were never lacked women around him. What does he need me for?"
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