Chapter 395

As the car stopped in front of Palm Bay, Grace stepped out first, reaching to steady Ethan. But his hand jerked away, quick and sharp, like she had burned him. Grace stared at him with a deadpan look. Just hours ago, he had practically melted into her touch in the backseat. Now, he was recoiling like she had insulted him. She stepped back and gestured for the others to help instead. Ethan was helped out slowly, the magnolia still in his hand. Grace glanced at it, and her irritation slipped—just like Ed, he liked the same flower and shared the same taste. "Take care, Mr. Henderson. I'll get going now. Don't forget your meds, and stop pushing yourself so hard." "Mm." Ethan was already being wheeled inside and didn't even glance back. Grace didn't wait, and she had no interest in reading his silence. However, there was no way she would get a cab out here. A few minutes later, a car pulled out from Palm Bay, sent to drop her off. She accepted it. After all, it was