Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 54

After a long internal struggle, she finally gritted her teeth and pushed the phone through the small slot.

"Miss, be quick. Don't let anyone see!"

"Thank you, Martha! Thank you!"

Grace's hands trembled violently with a mix of fear and relief.

She took the old, button-operated phone and retreated to a corner of the room.

Who should she call?

The police? No, Lucian's words still echoed in her ears.

A colleague from the research institute? They were powerless against the Hart family.

Mr. Clarke?

She didn't have his number.

In her panic and terror, her mind went blank.

Yet, her fingers, driven by a damnable muscle memory, had already punched in a number she knew by heart.

A number she could once recite in her sleep during countless lonely nights.

Ethan.

In this hopeless situation, the only person she could think of who might have the power to stand against the entire Hart family was still him.

How pathetic.

How laughable.

The call went through.

*Ring... ring...*

Each sound felt like a merciless torture, flaying the memory of their five years of love.

Grace's heart was in her throat.

"Hello?"

A sickly sweet female voice came from the other end.

It wasn't Ethan.

It was Lilian!

Grace's blood ran cold.

Why would she... have Ethan's phone?

His familiar, cold voice traveled through the line.

"Grace."

"Ethan! Listen to me, the Hart family has locked me up! They're trying to force me to marry someone! You have to come save..."

Her frantic words were cut short by his impatient interruption.

"Grace, you should have thought of the consequences before throwing yourself at an old man!"

His tone was filled with contempt and disgust.

"We're divorced. Your messes have nothing to do with me."

"Stop bothering me!"

The line went dead.

Grace stood frozen, holding the old phone as her arm slowly dropped to her side.

All the strength seemed to have been sucked out of her body in an instant.

She leaned against the cold wall and slid weakly to the floor.

The phone slipped from her grasp, clattering onto the ground.