Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 108

Besides her, who else could save the Hart family now?

Damien…

The man at the apex of Jarrow City.

And now, he was Grace’s backer.

With just a word from Grace, not only Aetherion Systems, but companies ten times its size would come crawling back, begging to partner with the Hart Group.

Lucian was torn by an intense internal struggle.

His pride and the survival of the Hart family were locked in a fierce battle in his mind.

In the end, reality won out.

He gritted his teeth, and as if making a momentous decision, he shot to his feet.

“Get the car ready! We’re going to the Arclight Research Institute!”

The Arclight Research Institute was located in Jarrow City’s most prestigious research park, on prime real estate.

It was a hub for the nation’s most brilliant minds.

Standing before the institute’s imposing main entrance, Lucian felt small for the first time.

This place was nothing like the lifeless, drab research facilities he had imagined.

The architecture was modern, and young faces bustled about, each one exuding an air of confidence and vitality.

It was a vibrancy he had never seen on Grace’s face.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the strange irritation bubbling up inside him, and braced himself to go in.

“Hello, how can I help you?”

The receptionist’s voice was sweet, her smile professional.

Lucian forced a stiff smile.

“I’m here to see Grace. I’m her brother, Lucian.”

He intentionally emphasized the word “brother,” expecting some special treatment.

However, the receptionist merely nodded matter-of-factly.

“Okay, sir. Do you have an appointment?”

“…No.”

“In that case, I’m afraid I’ll have to check with Dr. Hart’s assistant first.”

The receptionist picked up the phone, spoke quietly for a moment, and then hung up.

Waiting was torturous.

Especially waiting for someone he had once looked down on more than anyone.

He glanced around listlessly, his eyes eventually settling on a bookshelf.

Most of the books were in foreign languages he couldn’t understand.

But on the bottom shelf, a few thick, leather-bound ancient medical texts caught his eye.

The books had clearly been read frequently by their owner; the corners of the pages were frayed.

On an impulse, he stood up and walked over.

He pulled one out at random and opened it.

Inside, the margins were filled with tiny, neat script.

The handwriting was elegant yet forceful.

It was Grace’s handwriting.

He recognized it immediately.

Lucian frowned, a sense of unease stirring within him for no apparent reason.