Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 151

What fell out was a pen.

A Parker pen, one that looked expensive at a glance.

The body was a deep black with silver metal trim, its design simple yet elegant.

Grace froze.

This pen… it looked so familiar.

It wasn't hers.

Back then, her living expenses were pitifully small; she could never have afforded such a fine pen.

A blurry image of a thin boy with a straight back, dressed in a washed-out school uniform, suddenly flashed through her mind.

She remembered one time during a practice exam, his pen had broken.

She saw him clutching a pen with a snapped tip, struggling to write on the test paper.

On a strange impulse, she took the only good pen she owned, bought with money she had saved for a long time, and shoved it into his hand.

He had stared at her, stunned and silent.

After the exam, he returned the pen to her, along with a small note that said, “Thank you.”

Later, she saw Lilian bothering him again.

She accused him of stealing and had people search his bag, only to find a few cold, hard rolls of bread.

Lilian had laughed with extreme cruelty.

“Well, well, Mr. Clarke, is this what you’re eating now? Isn’t the Clarke family the most powerful family in the city? What happened? Did you go bankrupt? Can’t even afford a real meal?”

Mr. Clarke…

Grace’s breath caught in her throat.

How could it be him?

That quiet, withdrawn boy, covered in bruises, like a trapped, lone wolf…

And the man he was now, standing at the pinnacle of society, capable of changing fortunes with a wave of his hand… Damien…

The two faces slowly merged in her mind.

No wonder…

No wonder he had helped her for no apparent reason.

He looked up at her, his deep eyes no longer holding their usual power and strategic calm, but only a careful, almost humble plea.

“Grace…”

His voice was a little hoarse.

“I’m sorry.”

Grace looked at him without a word.

Damien’s heart sank, piece by piece.

He took a deep breath, as if summoning all his strength, and laid bare the past he had buried for ten years.

“Yes, that person was me.”

“Back then, the Clarke family went bankrupt. My father fell ill, and my mother… she got into a car accident and almost didn't make it.”

“Everyone avoided me, laughed at me, kicked me while I was down. Only you, you were the only one…”

His eyes became slightly red.

“You gave me a pen, which allowed me to finish the exam that would decide whether or not I got a scholarship.”