Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 462

Damien looked at Grace and suddenly smiled.

This silly girl had become so brave since having Gianna.

Or perhaps, she had finally unleashed her true self.

He stepped forward and gently embraced her.

"Silly."

He whispered in her ear, "When have I ever tried to stop you?"

"Whatever you decide, I will always support you."

Nestled in his arms, Grace felt a warmth spread through her heart.

"Thank you..."

The decision was made, but the resistance was immediate.

***

The next day, at the Clarke family estate.

Before Grace could even finish explaining her decision, Grandma Clarke’s rosary clattered to the floor.

The old woman was beside herself. "Grace, a gift like that is something people would beg for! How... how could you even think of taking it away?"

"And surgery, on top of that! Gianna is so little, what if..."

"There is no 'what if.'"

Damien stepped forward, shielding Grace from his grandmother's reproachful gaze. "Grandma, Gianna is our child. You have no right to interfere with Grace's decision."

At that moment, Grace's grandmother, who had been sitting quietly to the side, looked up.

"Do it."

Her voice was choked with emotion.

"If back then... if your mother had access to this kind of technology..."

Her hand trembled as she reached out to touch Grace's face. "Maybe she wouldn't have died, and you wouldn't have suffered so much."

"Grace is right."

Grace's grandmother wiped away a tear. "Our Gianna deserves to grow up without a care in the world."

Old Mrs. Clarke looked at the other grandmother's tear-streaked face and finally sighed.

"Fine, fine... I suppose children have to make their own way."

***

Three days later, at the Clarke family hospital.

Damien sat on a bench in the hallway, his eyes fixed on the operating room doors.

Lottie Grant quickly came to her side, helping her toward the recovery room.

Gianna recovered well and was discharged a week later.

Life settled back into its quiet, familiar routine.

***

The alarm went off, and Grace got up on schedule.

After glancing at Gianna sleeping soundly in her crib, she smiled, got out of bed, and prepared for her morning run.

Gianna was six months old now, and Grace's life had settled into a routine.

Morning runs, playing with Gianna, and going to the company for research.

And no matter how busy he was, Damien would be home by six in the evening, eager to hold his precious daughter.

Today was Thursday, her video call time with Lottie Grant.

On this day each week, Grace would stop all her work early.

"Grace, look. Isn't he handsome?"

Lottie turned the camera toward a man feeding pigeons.

He had a chiseled jaw and deep-set eyes—a classic handsome Italian man.