Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 411

On the tablet was a security video.

The footage was a bit blurry, but it was still possible to clearly identify a corner of an underground parking garage.

A black sedan was parked there.

Dorian Hart walked over furtively and knocked on the car window.

The person inside didn't show their face, only a hand wearing a black glove.

The two spoke for about two minutes.

Then, Dorian took an envelope out of his pocket and hesitantly handed it over, his fingers trembling as they brushed the window.

The person in the car took the envelope and handed him a small vial.

The video ended.

The image froze on the moment Dorian received the vial.

That vial was identical to the one he had stolen from the hospital, the one containing the sedative.

"Is this your idea of 'handling the situation'?"

Damien Clarke's voice was ice-cold. "Dorian, is your idea of protection bribing a stalker with money and then coming back with drugs to use on your own sister?"

"If I'm not mistaken, that envelope contained Grace's latest schedule, didn't it?"

Dorian couldn't deny it.

"I… I was just…"

His lips trembled as he tried to explain, but he found that any words at this moment seemed pale and weak.

"That person said… as long as I kept Grace quiet for a few days and told him what she's been investigating… he promised he wouldn't hurt her…"

"I really believed him… I really wanted to protect Grace…"

Grace Hart looked at Dorian, who was slumped on the floor.

So, this was the truth.

His so-called "stopping the stalker" was actually a transaction.

He had sold her whereabouts in exchange for so-called "safety."

This brand of spineless, sniveling greed was the Hart family legacy—a rot that had started with Alistair and clearly hadn't skipped a generation.

"Dorian."

Grace spoke, her voice frighteningly calm.

"As for whether 'The Shepherd' will kill you, that's up to your own luck. But I imagine that for a two-faced piece of trash like you, keeping you around is just a waste of space."

Soon, several security guards rushed in.

Ignoring Dorian's wails and struggles, they dragged him all the way out of the office.

"Grace! I was doing it for your own good!"

"I'm the only one who's truly thinking of the Hart family—!"

Dorian's voice faded into the distance, finally disappearing at the elevators.

The office was finally quiet.

Grace stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the gray, overcast sky.

From the twenty-sixth floor, the city was reduced to a blur of meaningless lights, pulsing like a dying star.

"Damien."

"I'm here."

Damien walked up behind her and gently wrapped his arms around her.