Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 230

You must have a death wish, old hag

Grace

I flinched at the sudden sound and immediately turned around, only to find Genesis standing there with her usual composed expression, though there was a faint trace of relief hidden in her sharp eyes.

River rolled his eyes dramatically despite the blood staining his shirt. “What a way to ruin the mood,” he muttered weakly.

Genesis rolled her eyes right back at him and crossed her arms. “There was no mood to begin with, and maybe instead of flirting you should focus on surviving, because that wound looks pretty deep.”

She then shifted her gaze to me, and the moment her eyes scanned my face and confirmed that I was okay, her shoulders visibly relaxed. She let out a quiet breath and said, “Thank God you’re safe, Grace. Don’t worry, there’s an ambulance on the way. Our men will take him there. He’ll be fine.”

As if on cue, several men hurried into the warehouse along with Chase, their movements swift and coordinated, and the sight of familiar faces made the tightness in my chest loosen slightly. I was about to thank them when a loud, frantic voice cut through the air.

“Grace!”

I turned toward the sound, and my heart swelled painfully in my chest when I saw my mother running toward me, followed closely by Theodore, Ryan, and Adam. They were not walking calmly or maintaining their usual dignified composure, they were running, their faces filled with fear and urgency.

In that moment, I could not deny the truth that had quietly taken root in my heart over the past months. When I thought I was going to die, when I felt the cold floor beneath me and the darkness threatening to swallow me whole, I thought about Apollo

and them.

I loved them.

My mother reached me first and pulled me into her arms so tightly that I almost lost my balance, her hands trembling as she cupped my face and examined me from head to toe. “Grace, oh God… are you okay? Did she hurt you?”

Her voice was shaking, her eyes glossy with unshed tears, and I nodded quickly to reassure her. “I’m okay. I’m really okay.”

Theodore stepped closer, his jaw clenched in a way I had never seen before, while Ryan’s usually calm expression was cracked with worry as his gaze assessed me like a doctor searching for hidden injuries. Even Adam stood close, his face dark and protective.

“I’m fine,” I repeated softly, trying to calm all of them at once.

My mother opened her mouth as if to say more, but then her eyes shifted past me and landed on the body lying motionless on the ground.

Her entire body stiffened.

When she recognized Katherine, her face drained of color completely, and she froze in place, staring at the girl she had once raised as her own daughter.

I followed her gaze, then gently took her hand in mine and whispered, “I’m sorry. I couldn’t protect her”

She blinked as if snapping out of a trance and immediately shook her head. “D–don’t apologize,” she said, her voice breaking. I heard she was the one who kidnapped you. I’m so sorry, my love. This is my fault. I should have never raised a wolf in my

house.”

I tightened my hold on her hand and shook my head firmly. “It’s not your fault. You were a victim too.”

After that, everything began moving quickly.

You must have a death wish old hag

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I looked up, and my eyes landed on Sarah.

She was standing a short distance away, her body trembling, not with arrogance or mockery like before, but with something exposed. She was staring at Apollo, and for the first time since I had seen her, she looked small.

It was not the gun in his hand that terrified her. She had one too.

It was him. And in that moment, I understood something clearly.

Sarah was not afraid of dying. She was afraid of the man she had turned into a monster.

Sarah was different now but Apollo knew exactly who she was and what she had done. The confidence she once carried like a crown was cracked, her composure unstable, her eyes no longer filled with control but with something desperate and frantic. She was not the elegant woman who once stood beside him as his wife.

Apollo stared at her, his gaze cold and empty of any warmth, as though she were nothing more than a stranger who had crossed the wrong line. There was no hesitation in his expression, no flicker of nostalgia, no trace of the man who had once loved her.

“Apollo” Sarah began, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to say his name, perhaps hoping it would still mean something to him.

Before anyone could react, my mother suddenly stepped forward.

The sharp sound of her palm striking Sarah’s face echoed loudly through the warehouse.

The room went completely silent.

My eyes widened in shock, and I immediately reached out to grab my mother’s arm before things escalated further. “Mom-”

My mother was shaking with fury. She glared at Sarah with hatred. “You bastard!” she spat, her voice trembling not with fear but with rage. “I could have swallowed the pain of losing my husband. I could have endured anything. But how dare you–how dare you lay a finger on my daughter. If anything had happened to her today, I would have killed you with my own two hands.”

Sarah slowly lifted her hand to her cheek where the slap had landed, her head snapping slightly to the side from the force. For a second, she looked stunned, as if the pain had pulled her back into reality. Then her expression twisted into something ugly.

She raised her gun and pointed it directly at my mother.

“You must have a death wish, old hag,” she hissed.

My breath caught in my throat. But my mother did not flinch. She did not step back. She stood there, staring straight at the barrel of the gun as if daring Sarah to pull the trigger.

Everything happened in a split second.

A gunshot rang out.

Sarah screamed.

Blood splattered from her hand as the bullet tore through it, and the gun she had been holding tell to the ground with a loud metallic clatter. She clutched her injured hand, collapsing slightly as she cried out in pain.

I froze.

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