Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 403

A week later.

Grace was sitting on the terrace, soaking up the sun with a thick cashmere blanket over her legs.

Damien walked over, a manila envelope in his hand.

He didn't look happy. In fact, there was a violent edge to his expression.

“Grace.”

He crouched beside her and took her cold hand. “I found it.”

Grace’s eyelashes fluttered. She didn’t speak, just looked at him quietly.

Damien took a deep breath, pulled the contents from the envelope, and handed them to her.

It was a copy of a bank transfer record and an immigration document.

“That driver, Lawrence, immigrated to Australia three years ago. He’s living quite comfortably, even bought a farm over there.”

Damien’s voice was ice-cold. “Ten minutes after you spoke with Dorian that day, half a million dollars had been wired from Dorian’s personal account to Lawrence.”

Grace stared at the string of numbers.

Five hundred thousand dollars.

So, in her own brother’s eyes, the truth about their mother’s death was worth only five hundred thousand dollars.

The brother she had called “not completely rotten” had, without a second thought, pushed her into an abyss of lies to protect their hypocritical father and the so-called family name.

“Heh…”

Grace suddenly let out a laugh.

But as she laughed, tears started to fall.

“Damien, isn’t it hilarious?”

She pointed at the paper, her finger trembling violently. “I thought he was helping me find the truth, but it turns out…”

“But I’m his sister! The person who died was our mother! How… how could he do this?!”

A sharp pain twisted in Damien’s chest. He pulled her into his arms.

Dorian stood carefully by the bed, holding a bowl of soup.

Alistair Hart swatted the bowl away, sending scalding soup splashing all over Dorian.

“Is it that little curse… Is she still investigating?” Alistair Hart clutched the sheets, his milky, cataract-filmed eyes wide with terror. “She wants me dead! She’s here for retribution!”

Dorian ignored the mess on his clothes and quickly tried to soothe him. “Dad, don’t work yourself up. I’ve already taken care of it. Grace won’t be able to find anything. Just focus on getting better…”

“I can’t get better… I’ll never get better…” Alistair Hart pointed a trembling finger at the ceiling. “Lauren Hawke… Lauren Hawke has come back… Every night, she stands at the foot of my bed, watching me… She’s come to take me away…”

Just then, the old doctor ran in, flustered.

“Mr. Clarke and Grace are here!”

Hearing those two names, Alistair Hart shuddered and actually rolled right off the bed.

“Stop them! Don’t let them in!”

“Who are you trying to keep out, Mr. Hart?”

Damien strode in, wearing a black trench coat. Behind him was Grace, dressed in plain white.