Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 212

She threw off the blanket to get out of bed, only to find an iron chain shackled to her ankle.

The other end of the chain was locked to the bedpost.

“Oh, you’re awake?”

A voice, both familiar and strange, came from the doorway.

The door swung open.

Two people walked in.

Leading the way was a woman in a Chanel suit.

Her makeup was perfect, her hair styled in large waves.

It was Maura Kestrel.

Grace’s best friend from college.

The same Maura who had once shared a bed with her and vowed they would be each other’s maids of honor.

And walking behind Maura…

Lilian.

At this moment, Lilian showed no trace of the madness of a mental patient.

She wore a red dress and the same pair of red high heels.

“Sister, did you have a good sleep?”

Lilian walked to the bedside, looking down at Grace.

Her eyes glinted with a venomous light.

“Lilian… how did you get out?”

Grace’s voice was hoarse, trembling slightly with fear.

“How did I get out?”

Lilian giggled, her body shaking with laughter.

“Someone pulled some strings for me, of course.”

“Sister, you didn’t really think Damien could control everything, did you?”

“Jarrow City isn’t a place where only Damien calls the shots.”

Grace’s heart sank.

“Where’s Damien? What have you done to him?” Grace demanded, staring at Lilian.

“Tsk, tsk. Still thinking about him, even now,” Maura chimed in, casually splashing the coffee she was holding onto the floor.

“Grace, you’re so naive.” Maura looked at her with contempt.

“Did you really think Damien loves you? He’s probably still in the ICU, fighting for his life right now.”

“I heard he might end up in a vegetative state.”

“Tell me, if he never wakes up, do you think the Clarke family will spare a jinx like you?”

“A vegetative state…”

Grace felt the room spin.

Pain caused Grace’s vision to blur, but she clenched her jaw and refused to make another sound.

She wouldn’t show weakness in front of this woman.

“Maura…”

Grace struggled to lift her head, looking at Maura, who was watching the scene unfold.

“Why…?”

“Weren’t we best friends?”

“When you couldn’t afford tuition, I was the one who lent you the money…”

“Shut up!”

Maura shrieked, as if her tail had been stepped on.

She rushed forward and kicked Grace in the stomach.

“Friends? Who’s friends with you!”

“Grace, do you know how much I hate that condescending, holier-than-thou attitude of yours?”

“You were the top student, the campus beauty, from a good family.”

“And me? I was just your sidekick!”

“I worked ten thousand times harder than you, but the scholarship always went to you!”

“Even the boy I liked wrote love letters to you, and you didn’t even give him the time of day!”

“I hate you so much!”