Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 211

Grace sniffled, burying her head in Damien’s chest.

Listening to his steady, powerful heartbeat, her frantic heart finally began to calm down.

“Get some sleep,” Damien said, gently patting her back.

“It’s another two hours to the hospital. I’ll wake you when we get there.”

“Okay.”

Grace was truly exhausted.

She found a comfortable position in Damien’s arms and closed her eyes.

In her dream, she seemed to have returned to her childhood.

Her grandmother sat in a wicker chair in the yard, fanning her gently.

Her grandfather was peeling an apple for her nearby.

Everything was so perfect.

Until—

CRASH!

A deafening bang shattered the beautiful dream.

The car’s body vibrated violently.

Then the world started spinning.

“Grace!”

Damien’s roar exploded next to her ear.

Before Grace could even process what was happening, she was pinned beneath Damien’s body.

SCREEECH—

The ear-piercing sound of grinding metal was like the gnashing teeth of death.

Glass shattered.

The car’s frame buckled.

The immense impact felt like it had rearranged Grace’s internal organs.

Something warm and wet dripped onto her face.

It had the metallic tang of rust.

It was blood.

“Da… Damien…”

Grace’s voice trembled.

The car finally came to a stop, flipped on its side in a ditch by the road.

Rain poured in through the shattered windows, mixing with the smell of mud and blood.

Damien remained in the same position, shielding her tightly.

He wasn’t moving.

“Damien! Don’t scare me!”

Grace cried out, trying to push him off.

But his body was so heavy.

So heavy it made her despair.

In a flash of lightning, she saw the back of Damien’s head.

It couldn’t be…

Wasn’t that woman in a psychiatric hospital?

Wasn’t she insane?

The red high heels stopped in front of the car window.

The woman bent down, revealing a delicate, flawless face.

She gave Grace a smile so sweet it was eerie.

“Sister, it’s been a while.”

Grace wanted to scream.

But her throat felt as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand, and she couldn’t make a sound.

Darkness washed over her, and she lost consciousness completely.

When she came to again, Grace felt as if her body had been dismantled, every bone screaming in pain.

She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze falling on a stained ceiling.

The paint was peeling, revealing the gray concrete beneath.

The air was filled with a musty odor, mixed with the pungent smell of cheap disinfectant.

Where was this?

The iron bars on the window were rusty, slicing the sunlight into the pattern of a cage.

“Damien…!”

Grace sat up.

The last image before she passed out flashed through her mind: Damien, covered in blood, collapsing on top of her.