Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 382

She was being held in a special psychiatric ward.

They said that when she first arrived, she screamed every day, insisting she was the true heiress to a massive fortune and that Grace was a thief.

Later, Damien pulled some strings to have her 'looked after,' moving her to a private room surrounded by genuinely severe psychiatric patients.

Amidst the ceaseless, day-and-night screaming and roaring, Lilian finally fell silent.

As silent as a corpse.

Now, she sat on the other side of the glass, her eyes staring blankly ahead as if she couldn't even see Grace.

Grace handed a bag to the prison guard.

After inspecting it, the guard placed it in front of Lilian.

It was a set of art supplies.

A cheap set of watercolor pens and drawing paper.

Lilian's eyes flickered.

With a trembling hand, she picked up the box of pens.

When they were children, Lilian loved to draw.

Back then, Grace could only watch from the side, picking up the broken crayons Lilian threw away to secretly draw on old newspapers.

When she was discovered, Lilian cried and accused Grace of stealing her pens.

The result was a beating from Sabrina. The back of Grace's hand was swollen for two weeks, making it impossible to even hold a pen.

Grace never drew again after that.

"I hear that besides staring into space, you've been scratching at the walls with your fingernails."

Grace picked up the receiver, her voice calm.

"This set of pens is for you. You used to always take my things. Even if you didn't like them, you'd snatch them away just to break them."

"Now, there's no one to fight you for them."

"You can draw as much as you want."

It was as if a switch had been flipped in Lilian.

She lifted her head and stared at Grace.

Her eyes held hatred, jealousy, and above all, a deep-seated fear.

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