Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 213

Maura crouched down, grabbing a fistful of Grace’s hair and forcing her to look up.

“Let me tell you the truth. I never once considered you a friend!”

Looking at the twisted face before her, Grace suddenly laughed.

A desolate and ironic laugh.

So that was it.

Her whole life had been a joke.

Her family was a lie.

Her friendships were a lie.

Everyone hated her, everyone wanted her dead.

Only Damien…

Only that fool loved her.

“You… will get what’s coming to you,” Grace spat, a mixture of blood and saliva on her lips, her eyes filled with a bone-deep hatred.

“As long as I’m alive.”

“I will drag you to hell with me, even if I have to claw my way back from the grave!”

SLAP!

Lilian struck her with the back of her hand.

The blow made Grace’s ears ring.

“Still talking tough?”

Lilian sneered and pulled a phone out of her bag.

She opened a live-streaming app.

“I really can’t wait to see if that high-and-mighty prince will be angry enough to jump right out of his hospital bed.”

Lilian clapped her hands toward the door.

“Come on in.”

The door opened.

Several ragged, foul-smelling homeless men walked in, leering.

“Don’t come near me… stay away!”

Grace huddled in the corner, clutching a shard from a ceramic bowl she had broken.

The sharp edge cut into her palm, and blood trickled through her fingers.

But she couldn’t feel the pain.

Only endless nausea and fear.

“Heh heh, this little thing is quite a looker,” one of the beggars, a man with sores on his head, said as he rubbed his hands together and advanced on her.

The sickeningly sour stench hit her like a wave.

“Lilian! You animal!” Grace shrieked in despair.

“Animal?”

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