Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 243

Her grandmother looked at Grace, her eyes so gentle it seemed they could melt.

“At my age, I’ve learned to let things go.”

“The dead are gone, but the living must go on.”

“That Damien boy… the way he looks at you, he can’t hide it.”

“It’s like he’s handed his very life over to you.”

“If your uncle is watching from above, he wouldn’t want you to ruin the rest of your life seeking revenge for him.”

“He would want you to be happy.”

Grace sat stunned on the small stool.

It felt like something had exploded in her mind.

Her grandmother’s words were like a beam of light, cutting through the darkness in her heart.

So, it was possible to let go of hatred.

But…

Even if she let it go, could they ever go back?

She had left without a word.

Would Damien still love her?

And besides, how could she ever get past her grandfather?

***

Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away in Jarrow City.

The Clarke Group Tower, CEO’s office.

Damien hadn’t slept in three days.

He was still in the same wrinkled shirt, his tie pulled askew.

His jaw was covered in dark stubble, and his eyes were a terrifying shade of bloodshot red.

The desk was littered with empty liquor bottles and cigarette butts.

“Did you find her?” Damien asked, his eyes closed.

Felix stood opposite him, trembling, barely daring to breathe.

“M-Mr. Clarke…”

“The location data shows… she was indeed in the northwestern mountains.”

“But it’s a remote area with very few cell towers.”

“After that one call, we lost the signal completely.”

“And… her phone… it’s been turned off.”

Turned off.

Damien let out a cold laugh.

That woman was ruthless.

She really intended to cut all ties with him.

Without even an explanation.

“If you know the general area, why haven’t you sent people to search?!”

Damien hurled the glass in his hand to the floor.

Shards flew everywhere.

“So much that you won’t even give me a chance to atone?”

Just then, there was a knock on the office door.

Before Damien could respond, the door was pushed open.

A young man with silver hair and a roguish air walked in.

Julian Clarke.

He had kept a low profile ever since Damien had publicly humiliated him.

But today, he heard Damien had lost his mind.

Lost it over a woman.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

“Brother, what’s happened to you?”

Julian surveyed the wreckage in the room, a smug, gloating smile playing on his lips.

“Is it really worth it… for some cheap tramp—I mean, for a woman?”

Damien slowly lifted his head.

“Are you looking to die?”

Julian flinched back at the sight of his eyes.

But he pressed on, steeling himself.

“Brother, I’m not here to cause trouble.”

“I’m here to help you.”

“Look at you. You’re neglecting the company. Your father is worried sick.”