Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 173

Grace’s voice was sincere and earnest.

The old woman looked at the prayer beads, then at Grace’s scarred hands.

Her eyes suddenly grew moist.

She had lived for eighty years. What kind of treasures hadn’t she seen?

Those people gave gifts for prestige, for show.

Only this child had given a gift from the heart.

“Good child.”

The old woman’s hand trembled as she solemnly placed the prayer beads on her wrist.

“This is the best gift your grandmother has ever received.”

The old woman took Grace’s hand and patted her wounded fingertips gently.

“Does it hurt?”

Those two simple words.

They caused the strength Grace had been holding onto for so long to instantly crumble.

In over twenty years…

Besides Damien…

This was the first elder who had ever asked if she was in pain.

“It doesn’t hurt.”

Grace shook her head, but tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

“Silly child, of course it hurts.”

The old woman sighed, took a handkerchief from her pocket, and personally wiped Grace’s tears.

A reporter who had just squeezed into the crowd captured the moment with a click of their camera.

The image was frozen in time.

A silver-haired matriarch, lovingly wiping the tears of a stunningly beautiful young woman whose face was stained with sorrow.

Standing beside them was Damien, watching them both with an adoring gaze.

“From now on, this is your home.”

The old woman held Grace’s hand, then took Damien’s, placing them together.

“If Damien ever dares to bully you, you come and tell Grandma, and I’ll hit him with my cane!”

“Did you hear me, you brat?!”

Damien smiled helplessly and tightened his grip on Grace’s hand.

“I heard you.”

“Not anymore.”

Grace shook her head and leaned back against the seat, watching the city lights blur past the window.

Everything that happened tonight felt like a dream.

She never thought she would one day be able to stand before everyone with such dignity.

“What are you thinking about?”

Damien got back into the driver’s seat and started the car.

“I’m thinking… that I must be dreaming.”

Grace turned her head and looked at Damien’s profile.

“Damien, why are you so good to me?”

“After everything… I’ve been divorced, and my family is a complete mess…”

The car screeched to a halt on the side of the road.

Damien unbuckled his seatbelt, turned, and braced his hands on either side of Grace, trapping her in the small space.

“Grace, don’t you dare put yourself down like that.”

His gaze was intense and earnest.

“You’re the one who, in a torrential downpour, was the only person willing to stop and share your umbrella with me.”