Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 175

At three in the morning, the Clarke family’s official account suddenly posted on Instagram.

The post had no text, only a few photos and videos.

The first image: A photo of Grace’s heavily bruised back, dated five years ago.

The second image: A video screenshot of Mr. Hart whipping Grace with a belt.

The third image: A photo of Grace forced to kneel on the floor and sign the bone marrow donation agreement, with a smirking Lilian standing beside her.

The fourth image: A video. In it, Ethan is heard telling a nurse, “Just say you saw Grace push her, and this five hundred thousand dollars is yours.”

Every image, every video clip, was shocking.

The internet practically crashed.

The users who had been slandering Grace were left completely stunned.

[Holy crap! Are these people even human?]

[Is her brother some kind of monster? Hitting his sister with a weapon like that?]

[Oh my god, she was forced to donate bone marrow? I can see the bloody handprints all over that paper!]

[That ex-husband is a fucking scumbag! Bribing a nurse just to frame his wife?]

[I’m literally crying. Dr. Hart has been through so much. How did she not snap? If it were me, I’d have stabbed those bastards long ago!]

This wasn’t just high-society gossip; this was a crime.

Just after six o’clock at the old Hart residence…

Mr. Hart was jolted awake by a frantic phone call.

“Who is it?!” he barked into the phone, annoyed.

“Dad! It’s over!”

Lucian’s terrified sobs came from the other end.

“The police… the police are here to arrest me! They said the Clarke family is suing me for assault! Dad, you have to save me!”

“What?!”

Mr. Hart’s hand trembled, and the phone fell to the floor.

Before he could react, his front door was forced open.

Several uniformed police officers rushed in.

Veronica removed her sunglasses, her chin held high.

Grace didn’t break her stride, merely glancing at her.

“If this is about Damien, I don’t have time.”

“If it’s about T-cell immunotherapy, you wouldn’t understand.”

The two sentences left Veronica speechless, her cheeks flushing red.

“What are you so arrogant about? It’s only because Damien dotes on you right now.”

Veronica clicked after her in her stilettos.

“Let me tell you, a top-tier family like the Clarkes cares about heritage and family background!”

“You’re a divorcée with a crazy sister and a father in jail. How can you possibly compare to me?”

Grace finally stopped.

She turned, her expression calm.

“Miss Hale, do you have any idea what a 0.01-milligram deviation in last night’s lab data means?”