True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)
Chapter 931 Conclusion

In the distance, Grace and Heinz both saw Lawrence acting strangely, especially Heinz. They noticed that Lawrence's entire body was shaking.

Grace's heart skipped a beat at this sight. She immediately lowered her voice and said, "Heinz, go and have a look."

Lawrence had thrown up blood. It seemed that he had heard a lot of things that he shouldn't have, which consequently aggravated his health.

Heinz's face stiffened and said in a clipped tone, "I'm not going."

Grace was very worried. She looked at Lawrence standing at the door from afar, clearly noticing the tension all over his body. It seemed that he was truly furious. Therefore, Grace stood up with concern.

"Sit down," Heinz uttered deeply.

His voice was slightly loud and tense, which gave Grace a scare.

She subconsciously glanced at him and shivered.

After that, Heinz seemed to have realized something. "I'm sorry," he said immediately. "Did I

scare you?"

Grace quickly shook her head. "I'm all right. You'd better hurry up and check on him, Heinz. What if your father collapses from aggravation?"

"That would be his fate," Heinz answered with restraint. "He should suffer for his mistakes. That's how it should be."

Grace's heart trembled upon hearing this and she felt very uncomfortable. She didn't know how to comfort Heinz and could only say, "Heinz, I-"

"Grace, don't say anything more." Heinz shook his head at her and sat on the stone bench without saying another word.

Grace's words were stuck in her throat. She knew that Heinz couldn't get over his grudge against Lawrence.

Frankly, the way Lawrence had treated his mother had hurt him too much.

She completely understood this.

She could only glance at Lester and give him a look, hoping that Lester would go and take a look at Lawrence. Having gotten the hint from Grace's gaze, Lester pondered for a moment before nodding his head and left.

Only then did Grace let out a sigh of relief.

She watched as Lester approached Lawrence.

In the interim, in the room.

Candace shouted at Timothy, "Who will compensate for the hardship I've suffered in this life? You're asking me about love, but why does love matter? If I were to blindly rely on love, I would have long been dead. The reason why I can live now is all because I hate you."

"Timothy, I love you, but I hate you even more. You were the one who brought me all my misfortune. Now, you're standing on the moral high ground and lecturing me. What right do you have to do that?" Timothy was suppressed to the point that he could not speak. He stared at the woman in front of him with anger in his eyes and a livid face. "Since you love me, why did you have to go and ruin Anderson and Lawrence? Do you know that what you've done hasn't just ruined them but the children too? Your three children have all been ruined by you."

"How can there be a woman who has three children with three different men? Don't you think that you're disgusting?"

"If you hate me, you can come for me. Why did you have to harm the children?" "I was willing to do so because it was what they deserved. They deserved all the horrible things that happened to them," Candace screamed in contempt. "I enjoyed seeing them being ruined by me. It makes me feel good."

Just then, the door was thrown open with a loud bang.

Lawrence stood at the door with an ashen face. His clothes were dyed red from the blood on his chest, and the corners of his lips were also dripped with red. It made him look even more pallid. He glared at Candace in fury and bit out the words, "What did you just say?"

Meanwhile, Candace was stunned. She seemed surprised at his appearance but strangely prepared at the same time. She lowered her gaze slightly to conceal the emotions in her eyes.

In the face of Lawrence's rage, Candace did not show the slightest bit of fear and worry as she lay on the bed. Instead, she appeared to be very calm.

Timothy was also shocked when he saw Lawrence's appearance.

He'd thrown up some blood.

It seemed that Candace had really hurt him.

Then, Timothy sighed silently. Anyone who encountered a woman like Candace would probably end up with the same fate.

It had taken him many years to get over the pain brought by this relationship. He hadn't expected that an old man like Lawrence would still be unable to leave his agonizing feelings behind. "Lawrence, you're just in time. Since you heard what I said, I might as well say it directly." Candace raised her gaze and looked at Lawrence. Ignoring the blood on his chest, she uttered, "I don't love you, and I never have. I only wanted the care and gentleness you gave me."

Upon hearing this, Lawrence's body swayed on his unsteady feet again and he had almost collapsed.

He was beyond furious, and the anger in his heart burned into a raging fire, fiery enough that his whole body was scorched with hostility.

"Timothy, leave," Lawrence growled, gritting his teeth.

Timothy was stunned and he frowned. "Lawrence, why don't you give up already after hearing all of this? A woman like Candace isn't worth your anger."

He truly sympathized with an old man like Lawrence. The man was approaching his golden years, yet Candace still pissed him off to no end.

It seemed that Lawrence had genuinely fallen in love with Candace. That was why he had put in so much effort and given everything in exchange for that woman's lies.

He was probably reluctant to give her up.

But what could he do now even if he didn't want to give up?

"Get out! Timothy, get out right now. I have something to say to Candace alone," Lawrence bellowed in a low voice.

Timothy nodded calmly. "Fine."

"Wait!" Lawrence suddenly stopped him.

Timothy halted his footsteps and his brows furrowed lightly. He looked at Lawrence and asked, "Do you have something else to say?"

"Candace, since both he and I are here now, say it again. Is he the one you love?" Lawrence pointed to Timothy and questioned.

As soon as Lawrence finished speaking, Candace followed up fiercely, saying "This is my business. What does it have to do with you? Why should I say it in front of you?" "Because I want to see if your heart is made of flesh and blood. I want to see whether you have a heart or not."

Candace burst into laughter, chuckling casually as though he was referring to someone else but her.

She didn't care at all.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing at your childishness," Candace answered with an impassive tone. She looked at Timothy before she said solemnly to Lawrence, "I love him. I've only loved Timothy from the beginning until now. I live every day missing and hating him, and each day feels like a year. All of you are his substitutes, and all of you can't compare to him. I love him, but I hate him more."

"Woman, you're absolutely shameless," Lawrence seethed angrily. "Timothy, leave."

Timothy pondered for a moment before he went out.

However, Candace called, "Timothy!"

Timothy turned around and looked at her.

Candace gazed into his eyes, which were full of reluctance. She suddenly smiled as if she had let go of everything and was bidding her goodbyes to things she had been holding on to. She looked at him and spoke, "Timothy, I love you. Even if I hate you to death, I still love you. Goodbye."

Timothy furrowed his eyebrows and felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

Nevertheless, Candace was still smiling. There were all kinds of emotions flashing across her eyes, which were incredibly complicated.

Timothy was a little stunned, but in the end, he turned around and left anyway.

He felt that it was the day where Candace and Lawrence would reach a conclusion, and they had much to talk about.