Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 233

Grace collapsed onto the floor, feeling as if all the strength had been drained from her body.

She wanted to argue, to say that Damien wasn't that kind of person.

But she knew his reputation in the business world.

Ruthless, merciless, leaving no loose ends.

That was his style.

He never showed mercy to his enemies.

And back then, to Damien, her uncle was just an ant that refused to obey.

Did one need a reason to crush an ant?

No.

But… that ant was her uncle.

The uncle who had carried her to the hospital, bought her dresses, and promised to give her a home.

Grace’s heart felt like it was being squeezed by a giant hand.

Crushed to a bloody pulp.

On one side was the husband who loved her deeply, the man who had pulled her out of hell.

On the other was the family member who adored her, a tormented soul driven to death by her husband.

The feeling of being torn in two was agonizing.

“How could this be…”

Grace covered her face, tears streaming through her fingers.

“Why did it have to be him…?”

Why was fate playing such a cruel joke on her?

Just when she thought she had finally found happiness, she was told it was built on the blood of her family.

Seeing his granddaughter's anguish, her grandfather’s heart ached too.

But he had to tell her.

If he didn't, how could he face his son in the afterlife?

“Grace.”

Her grandfather steadied himself on the table and shakily stood up.

“If you still consider me your grandfather, if you want to do right by your uncle…”

“Then leave him.”

“We can’t fight the Clarke family, but we can stay away from them.”

“Come back to the countryside with me. We’ll never come back to Jarrow City again.”

With that, her grandfather shuffled back to his room, leaving Grace alone.

But now…

Her fingers hovered over the screen, trembling, unable to press anything.

Tears fell onto the screen, one after another.

So, this was fate.

Anyone who was good to her was destined for misfortune.

Her mother died giving birth to her.

Her uncle, who doted on her, was driven to his death.

And now, was it Damien’s turn?

If she didn’t leave him, would something happen to her grandparents too?

And how could she lie comfortably in the arms of her family’s enemy?

Whenever Damien held her, would she be haunted by the image of her uncle falling from that tall building?

Grace turned off her phone.

The world plunged into darkness.

She didn't turn on the lights.

She didn’t know how to face this room, so full of Damien’s presence.