Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 13

“Get off me!”

Cassian ruthlessly shoved Grace away.

Grace’s head slammed hard against the corner of the wall, and her vision went black for a moment.

By the time she came to, Cassian had already carried her suitcase to the mansion’s front door.

Outside, a few members of the staff had just wheeled the day’s trash cans to the curb for pickup.

One of them was the bin for organic waste, its lid open, emitting a sour, rotten stench.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Cassian lifted the suitcase high and then—threw it forcefully inside.

“Now, you can get lost,” Cassian said, dusting his hands off with a look of disgust.

“And don’t ever come back. The Hart family doesn’t need you.”

With that, he turned, walked back inside, and slammed the heavy, ornate door shut.

She was completely shut out.

Grace seemed not to hear his words. Her eyes were fixed on that trash can.

She stumbled toward it.

A nauseatingly sour smell hit her.

She gagged but plunged her hands inside anyway.

Sticky liquid, rotten vegetables, sour rice...

The filth coated her hands and arms.

She didn’t seem to notice, just desperately clawed for her suitcase.

The trash can was a bit tall, and with her twisted ankle, it took her a while before she could finally grip the edge of the case.

Using all her strength, she dragged the suitcase out of the pile of garbage.

It hadn’t been latched properly, and half of its contents had spilled out.

Her mother’s photograph was soaked in leftover soup, blurring the image. Her grandmother’s doll was filthy.

And her precious manuscripts, page by page, were all covered in sticky, wet garbage.

Grace knelt on the ground, picking up the pages one by one, using her own sleeve to wipe away the grime.

She wiped carefully, yet with a desperate force.

This was her only reason to keep going.

It was the last bit of hope she had to prove her own worth.

She couldn’t lose it.

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