Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 457

"I’ll show him what real character assassination looks like."

The live stream chat exploded.

[Holy crap! Her sister is such a badass!]

[I don't have the surname Hart, I have the surname Grant! What the hell does that have to do with me! She's my new hero!]

[So she was sent away to save her life... My god, imagine how desperate Lauren Hawke must have been.]

[Sob... That line, 'I hate that I came back too late,' really made me cry. That's what real sisters are like!]

[Whoever started that rumor can rot in hell! Using AI to fake a recording is just pure evil!]

[Grace has had it so rough. She was trashed by the entire internet, and now that she finally has her sister, they're still attacking her.]

[Is it just me, or does Mr. Clarke look at the sister like he's found an ally?]

Public opinion had flipped completely in the span of thirty minutes.

Public opinion had shifted entirely—and for once, it was in their favor.

Cassian’s jaw clenched with seething hatred as he watched the screen flood with comments like "I feel so bad for the sisters" and "The Hart family can go to hell."

He started muttering to himself, "Human nature is greedy. How could she not hate Grace for hogging all the attention? How could she not want Grace's money?"

In his world, all relationships were transactional.

Just like him and Lilian—on the surface, they were loving siblings, but in reality, they were just using each other.

He couldn't comprehend Lottie Grant's pure courage, her willingness to fight the world for the sake of family.

Smack!

Cassian slammed his mouse against the wall. The plastic casing shattered, sending parts scattering across the floor.

"Grace..."

Cassian seethed, his eyes filled with venom.

Since swaying public opinion didn't work, and he couldn't win a direct confrontation with Damien, his only option was to...

The old man in the center of the screen, with a full head of silver hair and eyes as sharp as a hawk's, spoke first.

He was the Great Elder of the family, and his blue-gray eyes seemed to see right through people.

"In light of the DNA test results and the report submitted by Melissa, the Council of Elders has made a decision after three days and nights of discussion."

The old man paused, his tone laced with a condescending arrogance, as if granting a favor.

"We acknowledge Lauren Hawke as a descendant of the family who was regrettably lost. Her genes were indeed excellent. As her daughters, you are qualified to return to the family."

"As long as you sign this document and change your surname, the family's doors will be open to you."

The old man waved his hand, and an electronic document was sent to the tablet in front of Grace.

"Especially you, Grace."

The elder's gaze locked onto her. "The family has long been aware of your achievements in the field of biotechnology. Come back. The family's top-tier laboratories, tens of billions in research funding, and the world's most elite teams will all be at your disposal."

"You will become the family's new leader. We will groom you to be the next 'Fiona Hawke'."