Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 22

He glanced at a nearby maid, who was trembling with fear.

"Throw her things out."

The maid didn't dare disobey. She hurried over, picked up Grace's small suitcase, and walked to the door.

Like she was tossing out trash, she threw the suitcase roughly out the front door.

It hit the hard, cold ground with a thud, bounced once, and the latch sprang open. A few faded, well-worn clothes spilled out onto the pavement.

Just like her life at that moment—a complete mess.

The night air was cold.

Grace stood outside the gates of the Hart family villa, watching as the heavy, ornate iron gate slowly and mercilessly swung shut in front of her.

It locked away all the "warmth" and "family" within.

She had just signed divorce papers and been thrown out of the Ward family.

She had thought that her blood relatives would be her last refuge in this world.

But now, she was well and truly alone.

The cold wind blew, rustling the fallen leaves on the ground and cutting through her thin clothes.

She looked down at the suitcase on the ground and the scattered clothes.

It turned out she was worth less than trash.

At least trash was thrown into a garbage can.

She, along with her pathetic shred of dignity, had been tossed onto the street without a second thought.

She walked over silently, knelt, and began to fold the clothes one by one, placing them back in the suitcase.

She closed the lid and fastened the latch.

Through it all, she didn't shed a single tear.

It wasn't that it didn't hurt.

She was so numb with pain that she didn't even have the strength to cry.

The hole in her heart was filled with the howling, cold wind.

Her mother's belongings...

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