Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 215

Damien carried Grace out of the room just as the sound of police sirens grew closer.

Felix rushed in with the police.

"Mr. Clarke! Ma'am!"

Felix gasped, taking in the scene: blood everywhere and thugs lying unconscious on the floor.

A few officers quickly moved in and handcuffed Lilian and Maura, who had fainted from fear.

"Mr. Clarke, the ambulance is outside."

Felix stepped forward to help Damien.

But Damien waved him off, leaning most of his weight on Grace.

"Grace, help me."

Grace quickly supported him with her shoulder, carefully avoiding his wounds.

"Can you still walk?"

"No."

Damien said it matter-of-factly, even burying his head in the crook of her neck.

"My legs are weak. I'm scared."

Grace was speechless.

The man who had just beaten those guys to a pulp like some kind of demon was now saying he was too scared to stand?

Before she could comment, Damien's body suddenly went limp.

This time, it was for real.

"Damien?"

No response.

"Damien!"

Grace panicked, reaching out to feel his forehead.

It was burning up.

He had a high fever.

That last burst of adrenaline had completely drained him.

"Doctor! Someone get a doctor!"

Grace's frantic voice echoed down the empty hallway.

***

At the hospital, in the VIP room.

Damien had been unconscious for two days.

The doctor said it was due to excessive blood loss, a severe concussion, and a high fever from an infected wound.

Grace sat by his bedside, watching over him for two days and two nights.

She didn't dare to sleep.

Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the overturned car, Damien's blood-covered face, and the image of his back as he wielded that iron bar like a god of war descending from the heavens.

"Ma'am, you should eat something."

Felix came in carrying a thermal container. Seeing Grace's frail form, he felt a pang of sorrow.

Just then, Felix's phone rang.

He answered, and after listening for a moment, his expression turned serious.

"Ma'am, the police department just called. They said there are a few statements that you need to go in and sign."

"It's about Lilian and Maura."

Hearing those two names, Grace's eyes instantly turned cold.

"Alright."

"I'll go now."

***

At the City Police Department.

By the time Grace finished giving her statement, it was already dark.

The pale fluorescent lights of the hallway cast a long, lonely shadow on the floor.

She pulled her trench coat tighter around herself.

Even in here, she still felt cold.

It was a cold that seemed to seep out from her very bones.

"Hey, watch out!"

Someone was rushing around the corner, carrying a thick stack of files.

With her bad leg, Grace's reaction was a beat too slow.