Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 112

She quickened her pace, opened the car door, and slid inside.

From start to finish, she never looked at Lucian again.

Damien reached out and gently tucked a stray strand of hair, tousled by the wind, behind her ear.

“Tired?”

“I’m okay.” Grace shook her head, a hint of dependence in her voice.

“Just ran into a fly. A little annoying.”

Damien chuckled softly and ruffled her hair.

“Don’t worry, I had Felix get some bug spray.”

“I guarantee no flies will ever dare to buzz around you again.”

They didn’t bother to lower their voices.

Every word reached Lucian’s ears.

The Ferrari sped away.

Lucian stood rooted to the spot, watching the car disappear down the road, the last bit of color draining from his face.

***

Under the same sky, in the top-floor office of the Ward Group, the atmosphere was so tense you could cut it with a knife.

Ethan ripped off his tie in frustration and swept a pile of documents from his desk to the floor.

“Useless! You’re all useless!”

The Chief Financial Officer stood by, trembling, not daring to breathe too loudly.

“M-Mr. Ward, the banks have issued their final ultimatum. If the funds don’t arrive by noon tomorrow, they’re going to begin liquidating our assets…”

Ethan’s eyes were bloodshot as he kicked over a nearby chair.

“Get out!”

As if granted a pardon, the CFO scrambled out of the office.

Finally, Ethan was alone.

The great ship had lost its rudder, rocking violently in the storm, in danger of capsizing at any moment.

He finally saw that without her, he was just a useless fool.

Moreover, ever since Lilian had moved into the Ward family home, the mansion that Grace had once kept in immaculate order had become a complete mess.

The maids were replaced one after another; none of them could stand to stay for long.

All Lilian knew how to do was act cute and spend money. When she was in a bad mood, she would break things, and the house was always in disarray.

There was no one to leave a light on for him when he came home late at night, or to bring him a bowl of hot soup.

There was no one to stay up all night by his bedside when he was sick, to bring down his fever with a cool cloth and soothe him with a soft voice.

That house no longer held any warmth.

Ethan closed his eyes in agony.

Why?

Why had he taken a sincere heart, crushed it underfoot, and cast it aside like it was worthless?