Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 271

By the time they were on the road back to Jarrow City, the sky was completely dark.

Grace was curled up in the back seat, clutching the flash drive with the newly copied recording.

The truth was often more painful than a lie.

She had always believed it was Damien’s father’s arrogance and coldness that had driven her uncle to his death.

But now?

The evidence was undeniable.

The ones who really stuck the knife in were her uncle’s “good friend,” Silas Greymark, and that degenerate from a side branch of the family, Gavin Clarke.

Of course, Damien’s father wasn’t entirely innocent.

But they… they weren’t the murderers.

“Stop the car.”

Grace spoke suddenly.

Elliot slammed on the brakes, pulling the car over to the side of the road.

“What’s wrong? Are you not feeling well?”

Grace threw the door open, bolted to the grassy roadside, bent over, and began to retch violently.

She hadn't eaten dinner, so all that came up was stomach acid.

It felt like a hand was churning inside her stomach, making all her insides ache.

She coughed and gagged until tears streamed from her eyes.

Elliot ran over with a bottle of water and some tissues. Seeing her in such a wretched state, his eyes filled with concern.

“Grace, stop investigating.”

Elliot knelt beside her, gently patting her back.

“This is enough. We can take this evidence, put Silas Greymark and Gavin Clarke back behind bars, and get justice for your uncle.”

“It’s not enough.”

Grace rinsed her mouth and straightened up, her pale face set with a morbid obstinacy.

She stared at the glittering lights of Jarrow City in the distance.

That was the direction of the Clarke Corporation tower.

The lights were still on on the top floor.

Damien was there.

“Elliot, you know what the most ridiculous part is?”

The moment the car stopped, Grace pushed the door open.

Just then, two blinding headlights tore through the darkness.

A black Maybach screeched to a halt, blocking their path less than thirty feet away.

The door flew open, and a tall, slender figure practically stumbled out.

In the harsh glare of the headlights, Grace saw his face.

Damien.

He was wearing a thin black shirt, the top two buttons undone, revealing a delicate but pale collarbone.

This was a Damien she had never seen before—panicked, lost, his eyes bloodshot as if he had just survived the end of the world.

He had used technical means to track her phone's location, and when he saw she was on the highway on the outskirts of the city, he had immediately driven out to find her.

They stood several feet apart, separated by the cold night wind, staring at each other.

Grace looked at him, her heart feeling as if it were being squeezed by an iron fist.

“Grace!”

Damien’s voice was trembling. He took a step forward but stopped himself, as if afraid of scaring her.

“You…” His Adam’s apple bobbed. His eyes scanned her from head to toe, and only after confirming she was in one piece, completely unharmed, did his tense shoulders finally slump in relief.