Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 300

It was her favorite flavor.

In that moment, Grace's eyes suddenly started to sting.

It seemed there was still a little bit of sweetness left in this cold world.

After thanking the server, Grace closed the door, sat right down on the floor, opened the cake box, and scooped a spoonful of cream into her mouth.

It was sweet.

Sickeningly sweet.

Sweet like the first time Damien made her noodles. It had been too salty to eat, but she had finished every last drop, even the broth.

"Damien…"

Grace whispered to herself, and a tear fell onto the cake without warning.

"I miss you."

"But I can't forget the past…"

"And I hate myself, because I still can't forget you."

Outside, the black car slowly pulled away, disappearing into the night.

As if it had never been there at all.

Grace was sick.

It wasn't a physical illness, but a sickness of the heart.

Even with the funding from her "anonymous benefactor," even as her research made incredible progress in the lab, solving one problem after another that had stumped Professor Hans for years, when night fell, she was still a broken person.

"No! Don't touch my data!"

"I won't sign it! I didn't plagiarize!"

"Damien… save me…"

Grace jolted awake from the nightmare, drenched in a cold sweat.

The tranquil moonlight of the Evershade Marches streamed through her window, but all she could see was that rainy night in Jarrow City.

She saw Ethan's cold divorce papers.

Lilian's triumphant smirk.

And the ashtray Lucian had thrown at her.

With a trembling hand, she fumbled in her nightstand for her pill bottle.

Antidepressants.

She shook out two pills and swallowed them dry.

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