Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 230

“What’s there to say? Even heroes have a soft spot for a beautiful woman.”

“I’ve heard about that Grace, too. She’s just some damaged goods the Ward family didn't want. Why is Mr. Clarke treating her like a treasure?”

“If Mr. Clarke loses his head over her again, our dividends could be in trouble.”

“Yeah, Julian may be an idiot, but he wasn't wrong about one thing he said earlier.”

“What was that?”

“That woman is trouble.”

Through the thick smoke, several pairs of murky eyes glinted with calculation.

Meanwhile, at Jarrow City General Hospital.

VIP Inpatient Wing.

Mr. Clarke had been transferred out of the ICU.

Though it was a regular room, it was a luxuriously furnished suite.

At this moment, however, the room was filled with the sound of wailing.

Julian was kneeling before the hospital bed, a mess of tears and snot.

His flashy silver hair was now a tangled mess, like a bird’s nest.

His gaudy studded leather jacket was torn, revealing the designer T-shirt underneath.

It had been damaged when Damien’s bodyguards dragged him out.

“Uncle! You have to save my dad!”

“He may have done something wrong, but he’s still your brother!”

“He can’t handle being in there! He’s not well, he has high blood pressure and diabetes!”

“Uncle, please, just talk to Damien. Ask him to drop the charges!”

Julian cried hysterically, his face streaked with tears.

Mr. Clarke leaned against the headboard, his face pale and his expression complicated.

He looked at his nephew kneeling on the floor, a bitter taste in his mouth.

It was true that his younger brother and his family were often out of line.

Cooking the books, embezzling company funds, even trying to oust him from his position.

But… they were still brothers. Blood was thicker than water.

Now that his brother was in jail and his nephew was in such a pitiful state, Martin’s heart, never hard enough to begin with, began to waver.

“Julian, get up first.”

Martin sighed, his voice weak.

Julian’s face flushed red, and he was at a loss for words.

“You… You’re an outsider! What right do you have to speak!” Julian blurted out in desperation.

“An outsider?”

Marianne laughed, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes.

“I am your uncle’s legally wedded wife and Damien’s biological mother.”

“You, on the other hand, are the prodigal son trying to ruin the family. Do you have any right to talk about family ties here?”

“When your father was embezzling company funds, did he remember it was the Clarke Group’s money?”

“When you joined forces with the shareholders to stage a coup today, did you remember that Damien is your cousin?”

“And now that you’ve lost, you come crying about family?”

“It’s too late.”

Marianne tossed the fruit knife back onto the plate.

The sharp clatter made Julian flinch.

“Get out,” Marianne warned him.

“Don’t make me call security.”