“Exactly! We have to call the police! Send her to jail!”
“Not just send her to jail, make her pay for all the damages!”
Accusations and condemnations crashed over her like a tidal wave.
Grace stood at the center of the storm, isolated and helpless.
She suddenly felt exhausted.
Did it matter how hard she tried or how high she climbed? As long as she was branded by the Hart family and as “Ethan’s ex-wife,” was she destined to live her life stuck in the mud?
Maybe she shouldn't have been so foolish as to hope for a brighter future.
“Bang!”
A loud crack echoed through the room.
Damien had slammed his pen onto the center of the conference table. Ink splattered out like a dark, blooming flower.
The conference room fell silent instantly.
Damien stood up, pushed his chair back, and walked step by step until he was in front of Grace.
He was a head taller than her, and his shadow fell over her, blocking everyone else from view.
“Lift your head.”
Grace slowly opened her eyes and met Damien’s gaze.
“Did you do this?”
Grace looked at him. “No.”
“Good.”
Damien turned to face the others.
“Did you hear that? She said no.”
A portly director scoffed, “Just because she says no, it’s no? Damien, has this woman completely clouded your judgment? The evidence is undeniable…”
“The so-called evidence is a few lines of code that could be easily faked and a scrap of paper that anyone could have planted?”
Damien sneered, his gaze sweeping over them like a blade. “Which one of you here has a clean record? Should I have Felix dig up and air out all the evidence of your kickbacks and insider trading?”
The color drained from several directors’ faces.
Damien was still gripping her wrist tightly, so hard it hurt.
“Damien…”
Grace spoke, her voice choked with emotion. “It wasn't worth it. What if I really can't fix this…”
“There is no ‘what if’,” Damien cut her off, turning and cornering her in the elevator.
“Grace, remember this.”
“Before, no one believed you because they were blind.”
“Now, if you say you didn't do it, I believe you.”
“Even if you tear a hole in the sky, I'll patch it up for you.”
“Why?” she asked.
“Because you're Grace.”
Damien lowered his head, pressing his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling. “Because I never want to see that look in your eyes again… like you've been abandoned by the entire world.”

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