Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 224

Ever since she married Ethan, in her efforts to please that cold man and to fit into the Hart family that never accepted her, she had cut off all ties to her past, as if under a spell.

Even when her grandmother fell ill, she only sent money secretly, never daring to visit.

Because Sabrina had told her: “Those poor relatives of yours are a bottomless pit. If the Ward family ever found out you had connections like that, you’d only bring shame to the Hart family!”

For the sake of so-called “respectability,” she had turned herself into an island.

Thinking back on it now, she had been unbelievably foolish.

“We’re here.”

Damien’s warm hand covered her cold one, giving it a gentle squeeze.

The van stopped in front of a quaint little courtyard.

Though the area was remote, it was peaceful.

Green ivy crawled up the courtyard walls, adding a touch of vitality.

Damien had specifically arranged for the place to be renovated.

Grace took a deep breath and got out of the car.

The courtyard gate was slightly ajar.

Through the gap, she could see several clotheslines strung across the yard.

A slightly stooped figure was standing on tiptoe, struggling to hang a faded white shirt on the line.

That was… her grandfather.

Tears immediately streamed down Grace’s face.

The man she remembered as thin but straight-backed was now so old and frail.

His full head of white hair was painfully bright in the sunlight.

That was the shirt she had once bought for him.

So many years had passed, and the cuffs were frayed and worn.

Yet her grandfather still wore it like a treasure.

In contrast, the expensive designer suits she had bought for Mr. Hart were either casually tossed to the family driver or thrown directly in the trash.

That was the difference between the “family” she had once cherished and the relatives who truly loved her.

“Grandfather…”

Grace called out, her voice trembling.

It wasn’t loud, but it felt like it took all the strength she had.

Her grandfather’s stiff arms slowly lifted, gently patting her on the back.

Just like he used to when he lulled her to sleep as a child.

“It’s good that you’re back. It’s good.”

“I’m not mad at you, Grandfather. I know you had your reasons.”

Tears streamed down the old man’s deeply wrinkled face.

Damien stood at the courtyard entrance, watching the scene unfold.

His usually cold heart ached with an unfamiliar pang of sadness.

This was his Grace.

Such a good woman, and she had been treated so horribly by those animals in the Hart family.

He wished he could rush back to Jarrow City right now and grind the Hart family into the dirt all over again.

Damien strode forward and stood behind Grace.

He bowed deeply to the old man.

“Hello, Grandfather. I’m Damien. I’m Grace’s… husband.”