Chapter 825 I Have Nothing to Say
Grace had no idea what was happening to her.
The moment she saw Quentin's face, her eyes stung fiercely, aching and swelling, and tears almost fell.
But she gripped the scissors tightly, forcing herself to hold back.
They locked eyes.
Quentin was cold from head to toe, his gaze as sharp as a sword, piercing straight through.
Grace looked at him, her gaze equally cold and devoid of warmth.
Her tiny face was almost completely drained of color.
For a moment, the entire room was deathly silent.
They just stared at each other, neither saying a word.
Ruby suddenly cried out, breaking the silence.
"Quentin, you have to save me, I'm hurt."
Her voice was soft and gentle, completely different from the fierce demeanor she had just shown when she wanted Grace to have an abortion.
Grace rolled her eyes in exasperation.
It seemed like everyone knew how to put on an act—Caroline, Ruby, everyone except herself.
When Grace loved him, she was willing to be coquettish and charming towards him.
But now, she disdained to gain his sympathy and pity in such a manner.
She didn't care.
And she didn't need it anymore.
"Grace, let her go. She's old and can't take this kind of stress."
Quentin's voice came through clearly.
"What if I don't? Mr. Taft, what are you going to do? Hold a knife to me, or put a gun to my head?"
Quentin's thin lips pressed tightly together.
His voice was firm and resolute: "If you need to vent your anger this way, fine, I'll take her place."
"But I don't care. The person responsible should pay. Some things, even if you're her son, you can't replace."
Grace gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with hatred as she looked at Ruby.
"Grace, did you hear Quentin? He's willing to die for me," Ruby said, smiling. "You lost."
When the answer came, Grace faced it calmly.
She tightened her grip on the scissors, just about to let go.
Suddenly, Ruby leaned forward with a smile.
In an instant, the sharp blade of the scissors cut a deep gash in Ruby's neck.
Bright red blood flowed down Ruby's neck, warm, bloody, and glaring.
Grace opened her mouth, instinctively wanting to explain.
However, when she looked into Quentin's eyes, she said nothing.
Between them, explanations seemed unnecessary.
So, Grace didn't bother to explain.
She let go of the scissors, straightened her back, and walked out with determined steps.
Her steps brought her closer to him.
They were almost shoulder to shoulder.
But soon, Grace brushed past him.
From beginning to end, neither said a word.
In his ear, the butler's anxious voice came: "Mr. Taft, she hurt Mrs. Taft. We can't let her go! We must stop her."
"Wait!"
Sure enough, the next moment, Quentin's voice sounded behind her.
Grace kept walking, but the servants quickly blocked her path. "Ms. Morgan, Mr. Taft asked you to stop. Don't make it difficult for us."
"Help my mom upstairs and get a doctor immediately," Quentin ordered in a deep voice.
The butler almost blurted out, "Mr. Taft, there's a doctor upstairs..."
Before he could finish, Ruby glared at him.
The butler, being sharp, immediately shut up and said, "Mr. Taft, I'll go right away."
Moments later, Ruby was helped upstairs by the servants.
Quentin stood tall in front of Grace, staring at her, his voice emotionless: "Don't you have anything to say to me?"
His words were so straightforward.
Grace almost wanted to laugh and ask: Quentin, what do you want me to say?
'Should I cry and tell you that I didn't make that cut? Or should I admit everything in front of you, that I'm just that ruthless?' She thought.
"No!" Grace shook her head, looking calmly at him. "What you see is what it is! I have nothing to say!"
Her calmness and refusal to argue almost drove Quentin to the brink.
"I'm giving you one more chance. No matter what you say, as long as you say it, I'll believe you."
Grace shook her head. "No need. My only wish is for you to let me leave here."
She couldn't stay in this place for another moment.
"Go ahead!"
Hearing these words from him, Grace was somewhat surprised that he let her go so easily.
"Thank you!"
With that, she continued walking forward.
But the people in front of her didn't move aside.
"Your words don't seem to carry much weight!" Grace raised her voice.
"Move!" Quentin shouted angrily.
"Mr. Taft, but she hurt Mrs. Taft. Are you really letting her go?"
"I'll say it one more time, get out of the way."
The people in front of Grace finally moved aside.
Grace walked forward with determination.
Her body was extremely weak, and her head was spinning.
But she kept telling herself, 'Grace, you can't fall, you can't collapse. You can faint anywhere, but not here."
So, she gritted her teeth and kept going.
Even though her body was swaying, she didn't stop, but walked even more resolutely.
Quentin's eyes were fixed on her back. Just as she stepped out the door, Grace suddenly collapsed.
Quentin quickly ran and caught her at the last moment.
"Grace."
As he called her name, he quickly checked her condition.
Confirming that she had only fainted and had no other injuries, he breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Looking up, he saw Kenneth standing not far away.
Quentin's eyes darkened as he coldly asked, "What are you doing here?"
Kenneth smiled, "For the same reason as you."
Normally, Quentin would be furious.
But this time, he looked at the unconscious Grace in his arms, then picked her up and walked out.
As he walked, Quentin asked, "Where's your car?"
Kenneth pointed.
Quentin carried Grace over, laying her flat in the back seat.
Finally, Quentin looked at Kenneth. "Take her to the hospital, please."
"I will, but not because you asked."
Kenneth said, quickly getting into the car.
Soon, the car disappeared from Quentin's sight.
In an instant, Quentin's face turned cold and murderous, as if he had become a different person.
At that moment, the butler rushed in. "Mr. Taft, the doctor is here. Let's go check on Mrs. Taft. She must be in great pain!"
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