Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 392

“Damien.”

Grace looked at the key in her hand, her voice so soft it was like a whisper in a dream.

“Take me to the old estate.”

“I want to see what Mom buried.”

“If I don’t go… I’ll never be able to let it go.”

The Hart family’s old estate.

The old tree stood alone in the corner of the yard, its trunk thick and its branches sprawling, casting a huge shadow in the night.

The rain was falling harder now.

Damien held a black umbrella over Grace’s head, a shovel in his other hand.

“Are you sure you want to dig?”

Damien looked at Grace, his brow furrowed. “This is heavy work. I can call the bodyguards.”

“No.”

Grace shook her head. “I have to do it myself.”

It was something her mother had left behind.

Damien said no more.

He pushed the umbrella handle into Grace’s hand, rolled up his sleeves, and started digging with the shovel.

About fifteen minutes later.

Thud.

The shovel hit something hard, making a dull sound.

Damien knelt and cleared away the surrounding dirt with his bare hands, pulling a rusted iron box from the bottom of the pit.

The box wasn't large and looked like it had been there for years. The lock on it was completely rusted shut.

“Give it to me.”

Grace threw the umbrella aside, not even caring that the rain was soaking her clothes, and practically lunged to snatch the box.

She took out the key and tried to insert it into the lock with a trembling hand.

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