Chapter 816 Kenneth's Conditions
Kenneth's grip grew stronger, and the coldness in his eyes intensified.
Grace, however, kept her eyes open, her arms hanging by her sides, saying nothing and offering no resistance.
The air became increasingly thin, and breathing grew more difficult.
Just when she thought Kenneth would strangle her to death, he suddenly let go.
"But then, I changed my mind."
"Grace, Mark's life might be ruined. The facts tell me it was an accident, and he saved you willingly. But emotionally, I can't help but blame you."
"So, I need you to agree to three conditions. Can you do that?"
Grace nodded without thinking.
Even if it were three hundred, she would agree without hesitation.
Kenneth was right; this might have been an unforeseen accident, but when Mark selflessly rushed to save her, she was destined to owe him.
"Mr. Powell, I agree to your conditions."
"So straightforward? Don't you want to hear what they are?"
Grace spoke firmly, "No, whatever they are, I agree."
This was her debt to Mark, and she had to repay it.
Besides, there seemed to be nothing in this world she particularly cared about anymore.
Given that, it didn't matter what Kenneth's conditions were.
"Alright, let me tell you my conditions. First: Mark is in a coma now. He likes you, and I'm sure you can feel it without me saying. So, when we return, you will move into The Powell Manor. My request is simple: talk to him every day, let him hear your voice."
"Okay."
"Second, once he wakes up, I will immediately send him abroad for rehabilitation. He will not spend his life in a wheelchair. So, you must stay away from him and completely cut off his thoughts of you."
"And the third?" Grace asked.
"I haven't thought of it yet, but let me confirm again, will you agree to any condition I propose?"
"Yes."
Kenneth nodded, "Alright, go pack your things. We leave for the Powell Manor tomorrow."
"Okay."
As soon as Grace got out of the car, she saw Quentin walking towards her.
In the moment they passed each other, Quentin grabbed her arm.
Quentin's voice was urgent, "What did he say to you? Did he bully you?"
Grace looked up at him and calmly replied, "No, Mr. Powell is reasonable. Thank you for your concern, Mr. Taft. I'm fine."
Besides, she and Quentin had long been unrelated, and it was inappropriate for him to be so physical.
Even if something did happen to her, she didn't need his concern.
"If there's nothing else, Mr. Taft, I'll be going now!"
"Are you hurt? Is there anywhere you feel uncomfortable?" Quentin's voice choked, his eyes filled with warmth.
Grace reflexively put her arm behind her and said, "I'm fine, thank you for your concern, Mr. Taft."
Quentin was truly infuriated by her.
From the moment they met until now, she had been giving the same answer to all his questions.
Grace remained calm and composed, not crying or making a fuss.
Quentin couldn't hold back any longer. He stepped forward, picked Grace up, and slung her over his shoulder.
"Quentin, what are you doing? You lunatic, let me go!"
"I warn you, we have nothing to do with each other anymore. This is kidnapping. Let me go."
But no matter how much Grace cried and struggled, it was useless.
In the end, Quentin took her to a hotel.
As soon as she was put on the bed, Grace got up to leave.
Quentin grabbed her, "Let me see where you're hurt."
"Quentin, don't touch me. I told you, I'm not hurt!" Grace pushed him away forcefully.
Quentin didn't listen to her.
"Grace!" his eyes turned cold. "I'll ask you one last time, are you hurt? Otherwise, I don't mind stripping you down and checking myself."
"No!"
Grace kept denying it.
As soon as she finished speaking, Quentin carried her into the bathroom.
Then, he closed the door.
"Quentin, you bastard, stop it!"
"No."
Amid Grace's cries and refusals, Quentin, the demon, ruthlessly tore off all her clothes.
In the end, Quentin carefully examined her entire body from head to toe, front to back.
When he saw her back covered in wounds, bruises, and bloodstains, his eyes turned blood-red.
Quentin grabbed a piece of clothing and draped it over her.
His eyes were filled with pain. "Fool, why didn't you tell me you were so badly hurt?"
Grace blinked, her eyes warm with tears, "These injuries are nothing compared to Mark's."
"Quentin, do you know? The doctor said Mark is very seriously injured. He might never wake up, and even if he does, he might never walk again."
"Why? Why did this happen?"
From the moment she heard the doctor's diagnosis, Grace had been holding back, trying hard to suppress her emotions.
But now, she couldn't hold back any longer.
Releasing all her emotions, she squatted on the ground and cried her heart out.
"I didn't want him to save me."
"He had a bright future ahead of him. His life was just beginning. Why did he have to fall into the abyss because of me?"
"Quentin, it's all my fault. I deserve to die. I ruined everything for him."
Quentin held her in his arms, kissing her hair over and over.
"Grace, I understand your guilt, but it's not your fault. It was an accident."
"Mark definitely doesn't regret saving you. If I were there, I would have made the same choice."
"I promise you, with advanced technology, I will find the best doctors to treat him. Mark is strong and optimistic. We have to believe in him. He will wake up and stand again."
Grace shook her head, "That's just your imagination. What if he doesn't? If he never wakes up, Quentin, I will never forgive myself."
In the end, Quentin forced her to apply medicine before letting her go.
As soon as she left, Quentin received a call from Kenneth.
"Mr. Taft, long time no see!"
"Kenneth, I don't want to waste words with you. I just want to emphasize one thing: none of us wanted what happened to Mark, but it was an accident. You can't take it out on Grace."
Kenneth sneered, "Mr. Taft, still as arrogant as ever. From what I understand, Grace feels extremely guilty towards Mark. What do you think would happen if I asked her to marry Mark right now?"
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