Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 31

In the past, Grace would have screamed herself hoarse, arguing and trying to prove her innocence.

But now...

She didn’t even have the energy to be angry.

All she felt was an overwhelming fatigue and a bone-deep sense of absurdity.

She thought of the countless times she had defended herself in vain, of the way he always looked at Lilian with favor, of his indifferent face as she was pushed down the stairs.

It turned out that one person’s prejudice against another could truly be that deeply ingrained.

She wasn’t allowed to have talent.

All her achievements had to be aimed at Lilian.

It was... utterly ridiculous.

Grace didn’t argue.

She didn’t explain.

She didn’t even have the strength to be angry.

As Ethan’s accusations droned on, she simply lifted her weak fingers, took the phone from Ivy, and gently pressed the red end-call button.

The line went dead with a series of sharp, piercing beeps.

All of Ethan’s rebukes came to an abrupt halt.

He was stunned.

He stood there, phone in hand, as if struck by lightning.

This... was the first time Grace had ever hung up on him.

There was no crying, no explaining, not even a single word of rebuttal.

Just like that, with an almost disdainful silence, she had completely severed all communication with him.

That total, dismissive silence was more impactful than any heated argument.

It was like a silent slap, stinging his face.

An unprecedented panic, like a thousand icy hands, seized his heart.

Grace.

The woman who had treated him like he was her whole world.

The woman who, no matter how coldly he treated her, would always come back to him with red-rimmed eyes.

The woman who would become a bundle of nerves at the slightest frown from him.

The high temperature made her brain feel like a simmering mush, chaotic and dull.

Ivy looked at her pale face, her heart aching. She cursed into the phone, “Jerk!”

Without a second thought, she blocked Ethan’s number completely.

From now on, they would go their separate ways, having nothing more to do with each other.

Just as she set the phone down, the screen lit up again.

It was an unknown local number from Jarrow City.

Ivy frowned, assuming it was some shameless reporter, and was about to hang up.

“Wait...”

Grace, on the bed, suddenly spoke, her voice as hoarse as if it had been scraped with sandpaper.

Her eyes remained closed, her long lashes trembling slightly.

“Give it to me...”

Ivy was confused but handed the phone over.

Grace didn’t look at the screen. Acting on pure instinct, she swiped to answer the call.