Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 405

Dorian stared blankly at the lifeless Alistair Hart, then suddenly dropped to his knees and began to wail.

“Dad! Dad!”

Grace remained seated, watching the man who had given her life, only to ruin half of it, become a cold corpse.

Her eyes didn’t even redden.

She just felt tired. A bone-deep exhaustion settled over her, heavy enough to make her very spirit feel leaden.

Damien bent down and swept her up into his arms.

“Let’s go. This place feels like a tomb.”

As they passed Dorian, Damien paused.

“Stop crying. Save your energy.”

“Did you hear what your father said? Indecisive, and a danger to himself and others. Dorian, you’d better watch your step from now on.”

By the time they left the hospital, the sky was completely dark.

Damien had wanted to take Grace back to his villa to rest, but she insisted on going to the old estate.

“I want to get that diary. Right now. Immediately.”

Her tone left no room for argument.

Damien couldn’t dissuade her, so he had Felix drive to the Hart family’s abandoned estate.

Damien held Grace’s hand, a flashlight in his other, carefully shielding her.

“Watch your step.”

Grace knew the way well and started up the stairs. Every step made the old floorboards groan in protest, the sound echoing through the empty house.

“This is it.”

Grace pushed open the small door to the attic.

It was narrow, cramped, and dark.

Even with the flashlight, it felt devoid of any warmth.

Inside was only a dilapidated little bed and a table with a broken leg.

It was haunting to think that the Hart family’s own flesh and blood had been discarded here, left to rot in this squalor for more years than she’d ever lived in the light.

“The third floorboard…”

Grace clutched the diary, curled up on the floor, and began to sob her heart out.

“Mom… Mommy…”

Damien set down the flashlight and held her tightly, letting her release all her pain.

In that moment, there was nothing he could do but share her pain.

After what felt like an eternity, Grace’s sobs finally subsided.

With swollen, red eyes, she began to flip through the pages by the light of the flashlight.

The more she read, the colder her heart grew.

The more she read, the more horrified she became.

Lauren Hawke had left behind many diaries, but Grace… had never once looked through them.

[May 20, 1998: Alistair Hart gave me a necklace today. He said it was an anniversary gift. But inside a hidden compartment in the necklace, I found a miniature listening device. He's spying on me.]

[June 15, 1998: He was on the phone in his study again. I heard the words ‘Morning Star.’ He's known my identity all along. He didn't marry me for love; he wanted to use me for his own gain.]

[August 1, 1998: That foreign woman came again. She said she's my cousin. She told me to leave, that Alistair Hart has gotten involved with some dangerous people. But how can I leave? I'm pregnant with Grace. I can't let my daughter become some kind of experiment the moment she's born. I want her to be an ordinary person.]