Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 110

A single, weightless word.

But it landed on Lucian’s heart like a mountain.

He pressed on, unwilling to give up hope.

“Why… why does it mention ‘Purple Blood Grass’?”

Grace finally lifted her eyes to meet his, a barely perceptible trace of mockery in them.

“What did you expect?”

“Did you really think the medicine that saved your life five years ago was something Lilian simply cried for?”

Grace looked at him, the corner of her lips curling into an icy smile.

“Back then, I spent three days and nights straight in the lab analyzing that plant’s active ingredients and finding a synthetic alternative. I failed hundreds of times and nearly blew up my mentor’s lab.”

“Unfortunately…”

She paused before continuing, “The person who stood before you to take all the credit wasn’t me.”

Lucian staggered back as if struck by lightning, bumping into the bookshelf behind him.

Books crashed to the floor around him.

He didn’t even notice.

In that moment, any lingering hope he had was shattered.

An endless rage surged up from the depths of his soul.

He was furious at Lilian for her theft and deception!

The sister he had doted on for over twenty years was nothing but a vile, shameless liar?

But even stronger than the rage was a deep-seated hatred.

A hatred for his own stupidity.

All these years, how had he treated Grace?

He had hit her, cursed her.

He treated her like an enemy, a thorn in his side.

But he never knew that the very life he was living had been dragged back from death’s door by the person he hated most.

“So, you believed anything she said.”

“And everything I did, you assumed had an ulterior motive.”

Lucian’s sobbing came to an abrupt halt.

He stared at Grace blankly, as if seeing her for the first time.

Grace slowly walked toward him, step by step.

She crouched down to his level.

Her eyes, which had once always avoided his, were now clear and sharp, as if they could see into the depths of his soul.

“You enjoyed looking down on me, enjoyed the thrill of bestowing the title of ‘family’ upon me while ordering me around and abusing me as you pleased.”

“But you never once considered giving me even a shred of the same trust and respect you gave her.”

“Lucian, when you hit me, were you thinking about being ‘deceived’?”

“When you accused me of stealing and locked me in the basement, were you thinking about being ‘deceived’?”

“When you and Cassian pushed me down the stairs and nearly killed me, were you thinking about being ‘deceived’?!”