Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 444

Lilian had been in the prison’s psychiatric ward for a year.

At first, she tried to play crazy, hoping to evade legal punishment.

She thought her acting was superb, that she could fool everyone. She believed that once things blew over, Sabrina would come to save her, and Cassian would come for her.

Unfortunately, what came for her wasn't salvation, but despair.

One day, two orderlies were chatting in the hallway.

“Did you hear? The wife of that Clarke family CEO, Grace, is actually a descendant of The Helix Line!”

“My God, The Helix Line? Isn’t that the legendary genius family with the most perfect genes?”

“Yeah! No wonder she’s so amazing, winning international awards for any research she does. I heard her IQ is even higher than Einstein’s!”

“And that Lilian girl is still in there, screaming every day that Grace plagiarized her. It’s hilarious.”

“Right? She should take a good look in the mirror. One is a queen upon her throne, the other is a commoner in the gutter. They aren't even in the same universe.”

Inside her room, Lilian froze.

The Helix Line?

A descendant of geniuses?

How could that be?!

That bitch Grace was just a poor girl who couldn’t even afford her university tuition! She was a doormat that Lilian could trample on whenever she wanted!

“Lies! You’re all lying!”

Lilian rushed to the door, banging on it frantically.

“She’s a monster! She’s a jinx! I’m the eldest daughter of the Hart family! I’m the best!”

“She’s a genius? Then what am I? Does that mean everything I’ve done all these years was just a joke to everyone?”

She had always thought she was competing with Grace.

Competing for affection, for status, for men.

Only now did she realize they were never even in the same race.

“Hahahaha…”

Lilian suddenly burst into maniacal laughter.

They lived in adjacent cells, so close yet worlds apart.

This was the life they had schemed so hard to obtain.

***

The summer nights in Jarrow City were suffocating, offering no relief from the heat.

On a dilapidated street in a rundown part of the city, the air was thick with the smell of cooking oil and the shouts of street vendors.

A man in a worn-out shirt pushed a three-wheeled cart, his voice strained as he called out in the chilly wind, “Hot noodles... cheap and hot! Just a few bucks for a bowl!”

The man wore a pair of glasses with one leg broken, his face smeared with grease.

Who would have recognized him as the once-arrogant Cassian Hart, the self-proclaimed “rising star of academia” and the eldest son of the Hart family?

After the Hart family went bankrupt, his accounting license was revoked for falsifying records, and no company would hire him.

The ever-obedient Dorian had apparently struck it rich with Grace and didn’t even bother to call him.

He had become truly alone.

To survive, he had to set up a stall and sell street noodles in this slum—a place he wouldn’t have even glanced at in his former life.