Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 23

After a good ten seconds, Ivy's voice came through again, laced with an urgent, incredulous worry.

"Grace?! Is that you?! What happened to your voice? Are you in trouble?!"

"Where are you right now?!"

Half an hour later.

A beat-up Volkswagen Beetle screeched to a halt in front of Grace.

The door flew open, and Ivy, with her messy curls and still in her pajamas and slippers, rushed out.

When she saw Grace huddled in the corner of the phone booth, hugging her knees, looking as thin as a piece of paper, her eyes immediately turned red.

"My God... Grace... what did they do to you..."

Ivy didn't ask any questions. She just bundled her into the car and wrestled the suitcase into the trunk.

She sped back to her small, even slightly cramped, one-bedroom apartment.

The apartment was tiny but clean and cozy.

The warm, yellow light immediately chased away the chill that clung to Grace.

Ivy pushed her down onto the small but soft fabric sofa, then scrambled to pour her a glass of hot water and find the first-aid kit.

Looking at her friend's face, etched with pain and worry, Grace took the warm glass. The steam blurred her vision.

She lowered her head and whispered, her voice barely audible, "Thank you, Ivy."

In this small, warm space, her physical exhaustion began to ease.

However, the wound in her heart, gouged out by her own family, felt even more raw in the quiet of the night.

Every scene, every word.

Cassian's disgust, Lucian's insults, Lilian's setup, and... her father's cold command to "Get out."

They replayed in her mind like a slow-motion movie.

Pain.

It hurt so much that even breathing felt like a luxury.

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