Chapter 1

"Ms. Grace Lambert in Bed 16, have you not recalled anything? You've been hospitalized for three days now. You need to get a family member to pay the hospital bill soon," said a nurse. Grace had bandages wrapped around her head. She gave the nurse an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, but I really can't remember my phone's password." "Do you have an emergency contact?" "I…" Before she could finish speaking, the door to the hospital room was pushed open forcefully. A young man with sharp features walked in, his expression looking impatient. "How many times is this now? What kind of game are you playing again? You dragged Alice out with you, and it ended in a car accident. If she hadn't been lucky, you would've ruined her face! "Grace, let me make this clear—our engagement is off! Stop thinking you can win me over with these little tricks. Even if you threw yourself into a river, I wouldn't care!" Behind Yancey Henderson stood a gentle-looking woman who lightly tugged on his sleeve. "Yancey, I'm fine, really. Grace didn't do it on purpose. My injuries have already healed, so please don't blame her anymore. Luckily, when the windshield shattered, it didn't cut my face. Otherwise…" Grace's eyes flashed with confusion. She touched the bandages on her head. She had only woken up that morning. The nurse told her that she had barely survived and that they hadn't been able to reach any of her family members. Yancey frowned. He was indeed handsome, dressed in an impeccably tailored suit. At that moment, he held Alice Lambert tightly in his arms. "Grace, Alice is the one I like. You and I may have grown up together, but I have never had those kinds of feelings for you. You've been following me around like a lovesick puppy for five years now. Don't you find it disgusting? "Alice never dared to confess her feelings for me because you were always chasing after me. I'm making it clear today—your behavior is pathetic. Alice and I are already together, and we've been intimate with each other. I'm not leaving her!" Alice's face was full of emotion as she clung to his arm, a hint of triumph flickering across her delicate features. "Yancey…" Grace lowered her eyes, watching the two of them with their intimate display. Her heart felt like it was being eaten away by ants, leaving her breathless. A flood of emotions overwhelmed her, and her eyes burned. However, she forced herself to stay composed and cut them off. "I'm sorry, but I don't know who you two are. But I think I do have a boyfriend. Do either of you know his number? Please ask him to come see me." Somewhere in the depths of her mind, there was someone like that. Yancey's eyes flickered with confusion and shock, but then he quickly scoffed. Was this another one of her acts? At that moment, the television on the wall was broadcasting financial news. The headline reported the return of Ethan Henderson, the youngest head of Henderson Group. Rumors swirled that Ethan had been in a car accident two years ago, leaving both his legs crippled and half his face scarred. Since then, he has refused to make public appearances. Yancey lifted his hand and pointed at the screen. "That's my uncle, Ethan Henderson. He's your boyfriend. I'll give you his number. Go find him." He picked up Grace's phone, easily unlocking it with practiced ease, and left behind a string of digits. Beside him, Alice covered her mouth, amusement flickering in her eyes as she whispered, "Yancey, is this really okay? Two years ago, because of her, your uncle…" Yancey pulled Alice into his arms, his gaze filled with scorn. Someone who had chased after him for five years wouldn't give up so easily. This had to be a new trick—playing hard to get. Since she claimed she didn't remember who her boyfriend was, he would let her deal with Ethan, the person she hated the most. "You've got the contact now, Grace. This time, you better keep up the act for at least a week. Otherwise, even if you beg on your knees, I won't spare you another glance."