My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 1387: Trouble

Chapter 1387: Trouble

"| think so, but the final decision is up to you. If you can't bear it, then let her rest in peace." "Cami, | feel so overwhelmed. | just need some time to think.”

“Of course, you have about an hour on the way to figure things out. If you're unsure, you can ask Horace for advice, but remember to follow your heart and don't pressure yourself too much, okay?"

Camille comforted in a hushed tone, and Grace nodded in agreement.

Both of them went downstairs, and by now, everyone in the Armstrong's villa knew the news. Some cried out of obligation, and chaos ensued.

Eventually, under police escort, everyone boarded the cars and headed to the funeral parlor.

Page's family and Brody rode in a van, with Kian accompanying them. Before boarding, Ayan instructed, "No one is allowed to answer any calls, and we need to monitor their phones for any unauthorized contacts."

For safety measures, Ayan had someone control their phones; it was the only way to ensure complete security. Camille and Ayan rode in one car, while Horace and Grace in another.

Each car had a driver.

They didn't ride together to give Grace and Horace a chance to talk privately, as Grace was still unsure of what to do.

Camille didn't want to interfere too much with Grace's thoughts and decisions, so she let her be with Horace to think clearly and find peace.

From the moment Grace got into the car, her mood was somber. Horace gently held her hand and softly asked, "Don't hold back. Let it out. What's on your mind?"

Grace didn't respond, and Horace continued, "Keeping this from you was only to spare you the pain of being alone on this journey. | worried about you, and | didn't know how to break this news to you."

Grace nodded slightly, understanding. She didn't blame Horace or Camille.

The long journey back felt daunting. If she had known about this while on the return flight, she couldn't fathom how she would cope.

This guilt weighed heavily on her; she didn't even get to see Page one last time.

Their relationship was already strained before she left, and seeing video footage of a fight between two people further damaged it. So, why go on this trip together?

The more Grace thought about it, the more distressed she felt. Finally, she couldn't hold back her words, "Horace, | don't know if my mom's situation is connected to my dad. What should | do?"

Horace's expression grew serious upon hearing her hoarse voice. He held her hand tightly and said gently, "Did Camille suggest that you decide whether to involve the authorities?”

Grace nodded, her face still grave and uneasy.

Horace asked, "What are you thinking? Are you afraid that involving the authorities might implicate your father, or is it something else that worries you?"

"| don't know. | just feel so lost. How did things come to this?" Grace's face was devoid of emotion, her eyes empty. She clenched her lips, her face pale, and her voice barely a whisper, "What should | do to make things right?"

She knew deep down that things wouldn't be okay. Despite her resistance against Page's control, she still deeply loved her mother for all the good she had given her. Grateful as she was, she now questioned if it was all a mistake.

Leaving the Armstrong family and Hance City was her attempt to grow independently and escape her parents’ control. She never wanted things to turn out this way or her parents to end up in such a broken state!

The more Grace thought about it, the more anguish filled her heart. She looked at Horace, her voice barely audible, and asked, "If you were in my shoes, how would you decide?"

"If | were you, regardless of who the parties involved are, even if it's just an ordinary friend, | believe we must seek the truth to honor the victim." Horace held Grace's gaze and gently said, "We shouldn't shield someone just because they're close to us. If we do, we'll only blame ourselves, right?"

"So, there shouldn't be any conflicts, and you shouldn't feel responsible. This situation isn't your doing. Even if you hadn't left Hance City, you couldn't have changed their choices. Perhaps they included you in their plan, hoping your union would benefit the Armstrong Corp, right?"

Horace was well informed about the situation, especially concerning Grace, as they were already together at the time. That's why he was more concermed.

Brody and Page chose to sacrifice their daughter for personal gain, and Grace was fully aware of it.

Grace fell silent, numb, and expressionless. Horace embraced her, saying softly, "No matter what, I'll stand by your side; no one can hurt you. If Camille's decision is weighing you down, you can relinquish your right to decide and leave it to the authorities."

Grace replied, "Okay, | understand."

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His words carried weight, momentarily leaving Camille speechless. She blinked and asked, "Do you think as | do?"

Ayan smiled lightly, "What do you think?"

Camille fell silent, captivated by Ayan's words.

She gazed at him, her voice indifferent, "What do you think Grace will decide?"