Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 259

The police car left the rugged mountain roads and merged onto the highway.

The steady hum of the engine filled the car with a strange, heavy silence.

Elliot's hands tightened and loosened on the steering wheel.

He kept glancing at the back seat through the rearview mirror.

Grace's eyes were still closed, her brow furrowed in pain.

"Captain, where are we heading now?"

the colleague in the passenger seat asked quietly.

"Back to Jarrow City?"

They were still hundreds of miles from Jarrow City, and Grace's current condition was clearly not suitable for a long journey.

"To the nearest county hospital first."

Elliot made a swift decision.

"The cuts on her feet need to be treated, and..."

Elliot paused, his eyes darkening.

"She needs a full examination."

And a rape kit. They needed evidence.

It was brutal, but it had to be done.

It was the only way to ensure the Fenwick father and son went to prison.

"What about... Mr. Clarke?"

his colleague asked cautiously.

After all, Damien had helped with this operation.

Though he wasn't physically present, the technical support and the pressure he applied had all come from the Clarke family.

At the mention of that name, Elliot Ashcombe's expression turned to ice.

"Don't tell him yet."

Elliot didn't elaborate, clenching his jaw.

If Damien hadn't pushed Grace to the brink in the first place, she never would have run off to this godforsaken place.

She never would have ended up in this situation.

Damien was the real culprit!

"But…"

The colleague looked troubled.

"Mr. Clarke's people are waiting in the county seat. And they have a helicopter ready."

Elliotslammed on the brakes.

The tires screeched against the pavement.

"What did you say?"

"Right as we were heading into the village, Mr. Clarke's special assistant, Felix, contacted me."

The colleague shrank back a little and took out his phone.

"He said... Mr. Clarke is here too. He's at the county hospital."

Damien's here?

Especially not Damien.

If he saw her like this—miserable, broken, sold off to an idiot by her own family...

What would he think?

Pity?

Sympathy?

Or would he think she was just a joke? That without him, Grace couldn't even survive?

She refused to be a joke.

Even if she only had one breath left, she would stand on her own two feet.

The veins on the back of Elliot's hands bulged as he gripped the steering wheel.

He took a deep breath, as if trying to suppress the fire in his chest.

"Alright. We won't see him."

"We'll go to the hospital in the city. It's the department's designated hospital. It's secure."

Grace didn't say anything else, closing her eyes again.

As long as she didn't have to see Damien.

Anywhere was fine.

The police car changed direction, bypassing the county seat and heading straight for the city.

By the time they arrived at the hospital, it was three in the morning.

When the nurse cut away the ragged strips of cloth wrapped around her feet, she gasped.