Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 132

"I know, I know. Will you stop nagging?"

"It's just raising a kid. It's not like I'm going to let her starve, is it?"

"Alright, I have to go to a meeting. You just get some rest."

It was her father, Mr. Hart's voice.

Cold, dismissive, without a shred of warmth.

The recording continued.

The woman was still begging desperately, "Alistair, promise me… swear to me… *cough, cough*… you have to be good to Grace. Don't let Sabrina mistreat her…"

"She's your own daughter!"

The man's voice was full of annoyance.

"That's enough! Are you crazy? I already said I'd take care of her!"

"If you keep being so unreasonable, I'll have the doctor give you a sedative!"

The dial tone of the disconnected call mingled with the woman's final, desperate, stifled sob. It was like a knife plunging into Grace's heart.

And then, twisting cruelly.

At that moment, the lights in the ballroom came back on.

Everyone was still reeling from the suffocating recording, their faces etched with shock and disbelief.

Lilian was standing right below the giant LED screen.

She was wearing an out-of-place white dress, her hair was a mess, and her face was contorted into a manic, twisted smile.

In her hand, she held a recording pen.

Clearly, she was the one who had played the recording.

"Grace!"

Lilian shrieked, her voice shrill and piercing.

She pointed at Grace, whose face had gone deathly pale, her eyes gleaming with vengeful satisfaction.

"Did you hear that?! That was the sound of your dead mother begging before she died!"

"Even on her deathbed, she couldn't get Dad to give her a second glance!"

"She died unloved!"

"And you're just like her! You're another pathetic, unwanted creature!"

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