Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 434

When Grace woke up, the world had changed.

Not the environment, but her perception of it.

Without opening her eyes, she could hear Felix talking on the phone ten meters away, his voice hushed. He was speaking quickly, and she could hear the frantic, rapid rhythm of his heart—a sure sign of anxiety.

She could smell the faint scent of tobacco on Damien, mingling with the antiseptic smell of the room, and… the scent of blood.

Grace slowly opened her eyes.

“Grace?”

Damien, who had been keeping vigil by her bed, leaned in immediately. His handsome face was covered in stubble, looking utterly exhausted.

“How do you feel? Are you uncomfortable anywhere?” He reached out, wanting to touch her face but hesitating, afraid he might hurt her.

Grace looked at him.

It was strange.

Before, seeing him so worried about her would have made her heart ache. She would have been moved, wanting to collapse into his arms and find comfort.

But now…

Her heart was calm.

“I’m fine.”

Grace sat up, her gaze falling on the gauze-wrapped bandage on Damien’s arm.

“That wound was treated carelessly,” Grace said flatly. “You need a tetanus shot.”

Damien was taken aback.

Her tone… it was a little too calm.

“Grace… are you mad at me?” Damien asked, a hint of panic in his voice.

Seeing his tense expression, Grace couldn’t keep up the act any longer and burst out laughing.

“Silly, I was just teasing you.”

It took Damien a few moments to realize what had happened.

“You… you… you dare to joke with me?! Grace, you’ve got some nerve.”

He said it with a laugh.

But as he laughed, his eyes began to redden.

Damien looked at the report, then at Grace, and smiled. “That’s wonderful. My Grace didn’t turn into a monster.”

The three of them looked at each other and laughed.

Indeed, this wasn't some science fiction movie. How could such a magical thing exist?

The so-called gene optimization was just a method of forcibly pushing the limits of brain development.

Even so, Grace had no regrets.

Besides… even a slight edge in brainpower was more than enough to deal with her enemies.

Grace’s “revenge plan” began swiftly.

“Mr. Clarke! We have a problem!”

Felix almost tripped and fell flat on his face as he rushed in, clutching a laptop.

Damien was holding a bowl of rich broth he had just prepared, carefully blowing on it before feeding it to Grace.

At the interruption, his brow furrowed into a knot.

“This had better be a world-ending emergency,” Damien said, his gaze cold. “Otherwise, I’ll throw you off this roof.”