Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 204

She had thought there would never be another picture of her mother left in that house.

She never imagined one still existed.

Back then, Alistair Hart must have loved her mother, right?

He must have loved her, too, right?

But why?

Why did everything change?

Tears fell onto the photograph without warning.

Grace bit her lip hard, trying not to let out a sob.

Alistair Hart had been watching Grace's expression closely.

When he saw her cry, he felt a sense of relief.

Good.

The girl talked tough, but her heart was still soft.

"Grace, I know I've wronged you in the past," Alistair Hart pressed his advantage, his voice choked with emotion.

"I was out of my mind, deceived by that woman Sabrina."

"Now I'm paying for it. My home is gone, my money is gone."

"I'm a broken man now."

"But Grace, I only have one request."

He suddenly dropped to his knees in front of Grace.

Startled, Grace instinctively tried to back away.

"What are you doing?!"

"Grace, please, I'm begging you, save Lucian!" Alistair Hart cried, grabbing her leg, his face a mess of tears and snot.

"Damien... Mr. Clarke's lawyer is too good. He said Lucian will be convicted of aggravated assault and sentenced to six years!"

"Six years! If that boy spends six years in prison, his life will be ruined!"

"Grace, can you talk to Mr. Clarke? Ask for leniency? If you just provide a statement, Lucian could get a shorter sentence, maybe even probation."

"I'm begging you! I'll get on my knees for you!"

With that, Alistair Hart actually started banging his head on the floor.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Each one was harder than the last.

Grace looked at the man groveling like an ant before her.

Any trace of sentiment she'd felt vanished in an instant.

So that was it.

It was all for Lucian.

For the Lucian who had beaten her at the slightest provocation.

"In your dreams, Alistair Hart!"

"Let him go to prison! Six years is too little! He should rot in there!"

Alistair Hart was stunned by Grace's outburst.

He glanced at her scars, his eyes flickering, unable to meet her gaze.

But he didn't give up.

This was his only hope.

He wiped the tears from his face, and his expression suddenly turned grim.

If the soft approach didn't work...

He'd have to play hardball.

"Grace, are you really going to be this heartless?" Alistair Hart climbed to his feet, brushing the dust from his knees. The pleading was gone from his voice, replaced by a hint of a threat.

"You can hate me. You can hate Lucian."

"But are you going to abandon your grandparents, too?"

At the mention of them, Grace's body went rigid.

Her grandfather.

Her grandmother.

They were her last vulnerability in this world.