Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 215

Damien carried Grace out of the room just as the sound of police sirens grew closer.

Felix rushed in with the police.

"Mr. Clarke! Ma'am!"

Felix gasped, taking in the scene: blood everywhere and thugs lying unconscious on the floor.

A few officers quickly moved in and handcuffed Lilian and Maura, who had fainted from fear.

"Mr. Clarke, the ambulance is outside."

Felix stepped forward to help Damien.

But Damien waved him off, leaning most of his weight on Grace.

"Grace, help me."

Grace quickly supported him with her shoulder, carefully avoiding his wounds.

"Can you still walk?"

"No."

Damien said it matter-of-factly, even burying his head in the crook of her neck.

"My legs are weak. I'm scared."

Grace was speechless.

The man who had just beaten those guys to a pulp like some kind of demon was now saying he was too scared to stand?

Before she could comment, Damien's body suddenly went limp.

This time, it was for real.

"Damien?"

No response.

"Damien!"

Grace panicked, reaching out to feel his forehead.

It was burning up.

He had a high fever.

That last burst of adrenaline had completely drained him.

"Doctor! Someone get a doctor!"

Grace's frantic voice echoed down the empty hallway.

***

At the hospital, in the VIP room.

Damien had been unconscious for two days.

The doctor said it was due to excessive blood loss, a severe concussion, and a high fever from an infected wound.

Grace sat by his bedside, watching over him for two days and two nights.

She didn't dare to sleep.

Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the overturned car, Damien's blood-covered face, and the image of his back as he wielded that iron bar like a god of war descending from the heavens.

"Ma'am, you should eat something."

Felix came in carrying a thermal container. Seeing Grace's frail form, he felt a pang of sorrow.

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