Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 315

On the flight to Jarrow City.

Grace huddled in a corner of the economy class cabin. A blanket was draped over her, but she couldn’t stop shivering.

She hadn’t listened to Damien.

She couldn’t.

Five years ago, she had been too obedient, too trusting of her family’s arrangements, too trusting of so-called love. And what was the result?

This time, she was going to take her fate into her own hands.

Even if she had to die, she would die by her grandmother’s side.

“Ma’am, are you alright? You look very pale,” a flight attendant said, walking over with concern.

“I’m fine…” Grace shook her head, her voice weak. “How much longer until we land?”

“About another hour.”

One hour.

Grace closed her eyes and prayed silently.

*Grandma, wait for me.*

***

Jarrow City, the abandoned chemical plant in the western suburbs.

Lilian, dressed in a fur coat, held a short whip, tapping it against her palm as she stared at the old woman tied to the chair. Her face was alight with a sick excitement.

“You old hag, I didn’t think you’d be useful for something,” Lilian sneered, her face, once so meek and innocent in front of the Hart family, now twisted with malice. “If you want to blame someone, blame that jinx of a granddaughter of yours. If she hadn’t been such an eyesore, our Hart family wouldn’t have ended up like this!”

“And don’t blame me for being cruel; I was forced into this. That idiot Ethan actually wants to divorce me? And he wants to get back together with that bitch Grace? In his dreams!”

“Not so fast,” Lilian said, stepping forward. “Mr. Clarke, don’t be in such a hurry. It’s been a while. Don’t you have anything you want to say to me?”

Damien didn’t even spare her a glance, as if she were something filthy. “Get out of my way.”

Lilian’s smile froze, then twisted into a grimace. “Damien! Who do you think you are? You’re about to have nothing! By then, you won’t even be worthy of shining Grace’s shoes!”

“Even if I have nothing, crushing two ants like you would be more than easy,” Damien sneered. His natural aura of command made Lilian flinch and take a step back.

“Enough talk! Sign it!”

Julian was getting antsy.

Everything had gone a little too smoothly today, so smoothly that it made him uneasy.

Damien tossed the folder onto a table and pulled a fountain pen from his pocket.

“As soon as I sign, you release her immediately.”