Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 138

As Ethan watched the white Porsche drive away without a hint of hesitation, his world seemed to plunge into darkness along with the receding taillights.

He wanted to win her back.

But he had already lost the right to even try.

The “sympathy card” that the Hart family and Ethan tried to play was completely ineffective with Grace.

This drove certain people into a complete frenzy.

At the police station.

Lilian watched the news on TV, seeing reports about the Hart Group’s impending bankruptcy and financial experts’ grim predictions for Ethan.

Her delicate face twisted with jealousy and resentment.

“Grace… It’s all Grace’s fault!”

“That bitch! She ruined everything! She ruined my family!”

She shrieked like a caged animal.

Her cellmates stared at her as if she were insane.

“If she just died…”

“If Grace just died! Everything would go back to normal!”

“Ethan would come back to me, and my dad and brothers would love me again!”

A crazy idea took root in her mind and quickly began to sprout.

She had to kill Grace.

That night, she faked an acute appendicitis attack, writhing in pain on the floor.

The guard on duty was alerted and rushed her to the hospital.

In the chaos of the emergency room, while the guard was busy with paperwork, she stole a white coat and managed to escape.

She searched online for a long time and found Grace’s recent schedule.

She knew that Grace left Graceline Technologies at six o’clock every day to drive home.

She stole a scrapped truck and hid it at a necessary intersection near Graceline Technologies.

Five-fifty in the afternoon.

Graceline Technologies, top-floor office.

Six o’clock sharp.

A white Porsche pulled out of the underground garage of Graceline Technologies.

Lilian, lying in ambush at the intersection, saw the familiar car, and her eyes flashed with a terrifying light.

She slammed her foot on the gas pedal.

The old, battered truck roared to life like a crazed beast, hurtling straight toward the driver’s side of the Porsche.

“Grace! Go to hell!”

A deafening crash echoed through the street.

The immense impact caused both vehicles to crumple instantly.

Lilian was trapped in the driver’s seat. The airbag deployed, slamming into her and leaving her head bloody.

Through the shattered windshield, she looked at the Porsche, which was almost completely totaled, and a twisted, triumphant smile spread across her face.

Grace was finally dead.

As she laughed, her vision went black, and she lost consciousness.