Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 412

"I really don't have any family left."

Grace's voice was very soft, with a hint of detachment.

"Cassian is high and mighty and looks down on me; Lucian hits me at the slightest provocation; Dorian… Dorian sold me out."

"My father was a monster who would kill his wife and abandon his daughter for profit; my mother endured that hell for so many years, only to be murdered in the end."

"Is this all I’m worth to them?"

"Even after I donated bone marrow, after my leg was broken, even after I desperately tried to become part of this family, this is the result I get in the end."

A tear slid down her cheek and landed on the back of Damien's hand.

It seared him, making his heart ache.

"Who says you don't have family?"

Damien turned her around to face him.

"Aren't I your family?"

He cupped her face, his thumb gently wiping away her tears.

"Grace, listen to me."

"That garbage is better off thrown out. It's no loss. They don't deserve to be your family, and they certainly don't deserve a single one of your tears."

"If you want revenge, I’ll hand you the blade and help you drive it home. I’ll be the one with blood on my hands, not you."

"Even if you want to go up against that 'Shepherd,' or even that damned Nemesis Group Inc., I'll be with you all the way!"

Damien’s promise was raw, possessive, and unapologetic.

But to Grace's ears, they were the most beautiful words of love in the world.

"Damien…"

Grace threw herself into his arms and burst into tears.

Damien held her tightly, shielding her from the world as she broke down against his chest, her tears soaking through his shirt.

He stroked her back again and again, as if soothing a wounded animal.

"Go on and cry. It'll be better once you let it all out."

"From now on, no one will dare to bully you again. If anyone dares to lay a finger on you, I'll chop off their hand."

After giving his orders, Damien turned back to Grace.

"Shall we go, Ms. Hart?"

He bent his arm in an inviting gesture. "The air in here is bad, reeks of scum. I'll take you out for a real meal. You’re eating for two now, after all."

Grace looked at him and smiled through her tears.

"Okay."

Grace took his arm.

"I want to eat something decadent."

"No way. The doctor said you need to eat bland food."

"I want something sweet! They say a craving for sugar means it’s a girl, right?"

"…Fine, have it your way. But just a little."

The two of them walked out of the office together.