Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 239

The bus was like a small boat tossed on stormy seas, lurching along the winding mountain road.

Grace felt like her insides were being scrambled.

"Grace, have some water."

Her grandmother handed her a water bottle, her face full of concern.

Grace took it, forcing a weak smile.

"I'm not thirsty, Grandma. How much longer until we get there?"

Overhearing her, Grace's grandfather turned around, his cloudy eyes shot through with red veins.

"Almost there. We'll get off at the next town and switch to another vehicle to go deeper into the mountains."

Grace nodded and looked out the window.

Outside, endless mountains rolled on, forming a natural barrier.

They cut her off from the bustling city, and from that man.

Damien.

By now, you must have realized I'm gone, right?

Will you be angry?

Or will you just forget about me, like tossing away an old toy?

There was a life between us.

A chasm of blood and vengeance…

The bus finally stopped in a rundown little town.

It was a chaotic place on the outskirts, a jumble of city and countryside.

The air was filled with the shouts of street vendors and the roar of motorcycles.

As soon as Grace stepped off the bus, her legs gave out, and she nearly collapsed to the ground.

"Grace!"

Her grandmother cried out in alarm.

Grace gritted her teeth and managed to brace herself with her hands on her knees.

A sharp pain shot through her.

But she didn't let a single tear fall.

What was this pain?

Compared to the agony of having her bone marrow extracted, of being pushed down the stairs, this was nothing more than a scratch.

"I'm fine, Grandma."

Grace straightened up and grabbed the heaviest suitcase.

"Grandpa, where do we go to catch the next ride?"

Seeing her stubborn expression, her grandfather turned away to wipe a tear from his old eyes.

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