Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 177

Veronica was silent.

She stared at the picture of the woman, covered in blood, yet her eyes still burned with defiance.

Suddenly, all her own supposed grievances seemed pathetically petty.

All she had lost was a man who didn't love her.

But Grace had crawled through hell for five years, piecing herself back together, bone by bone.

"Doesn't it... doesn't it hurt?" Veronica's voice was choked with tears.

"Of course, it hurts," Rachel sighed. "But she said that as long as she wasn't dead, she had to keep climbing. Because she had to save her grandmother and continue her research."

"A woman like that... it's not just Damien. If I were a man, I'd give my life for her."

Veronica buried her face in her arms on the table and let out a loud sob.

It wasn't out of jealousy.

It was from a sense of shock and shame she had never felt before.

She locked herself in her villa and didn't leave for two whole days. She even skipped her favorite afternoon tea.

Her mind was filled with the image of Grace's indifferent gaze and that bloody X-ray.

On the third day, Veronica put on a mask and went back to the Graceline Technologies building.

She wanted to see for herself.

Was this woman made of iron or forged from steel?

The early spring wind still carried a biting chill. Grace was sitting on a bench outside the company building, holding a cold hamburger.

She took bites while scribbling in a worn-out notebook. Her leg seemed to be bothering her; she frowned and rubbed it every so often.

It was an old injury. On cold, damp days, the pain would be excruciating.

Suddenly, a black Maybach pulled up to the curb. Damien rushed out of the car.

The man who was so decisive and ruthless in the business world, who never even flinched, now had a face full of panic and heartache.

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