Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 340

"Don't watch this." His voice was a little hoarse, laced with a careful tenderness. "You don't need to see this filth."

Grace looked up.

"I'm fine." She gently moved Damien's hand away. "It's a shame he didn't become an actor."

Damien pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head. "Grace, ignore it. I'll take care of everything."

"No, you don't have to."

Grace leaned against him, her voice cool and clear.

"Damien, did you know? When I was seventeen, I had a high fever. It was so bad I started having convulsions."

"I begged him to take me to a doctor."

"He said, 'If you're not dying, then get out of my sight. You're a jinx.'"

Grace lifted a hand and pointed at the screen.

"And now, for his son, for money, he's willing to get on his knees before the entire world."

"So this is what they call a father's love. It's just that this love was never for me."

Damien held her tighter.

"Crocodile tears, nothing more."

Grace calmly turned off the live stream and went back to calibrating her instrument.

But her slightly trembling fingers betrayed the turmoil within.

Even if her heart had already died a thousand times, seeing her own father sharpen a knife against her for the sake of another child… the pain was like having a newly healed scar ripped open all over again.

"Felix."

Grace spoke suddenly, her voice regaining its usual calm and professional tone.

Felix, who had been hesitating at the door, quickly responded, "Mrs. Clarke."

"Help me release a statement."

Grace didn't turn around as she placed a vial securely into its slot.

"State that—Ms. Grace Hart has no remaining legal or emotional ties to the Hart family. As for Mr. Lucian Hart's alleged suffering in prison…"

She paused, then turned, her eyes filled with an icy glint.

"I will request a formal investigation from the Bureau of Prisons. If it turns out he is merely playing the victim to garner sympathy…"

"Pah!" Lucian turned and spat fiercely at the prison gates.

"I'm finally out!"

Life inside had not been easy. Used to a life of luxury, he had been bullied by the other inmates and forced to clean toilets.

He blamed every bit of it on Grace.

"Bitch… just you wait until I'm back on my feet. I'll kill you!"

Lucian fumbled in his pocket, finding only the few dozen dollars the guards had returned to him.

His stomach rumbled with hunger.

He stared blankly at the empty road.

There was no luxury car to pick him up, no flowers or applause. Even his older brother, who had always claimed to dote on him the most, hadn't come.

Then again, the family was bankrupt. Who would possibly come for him?

Just then, a black Mercedes slowly pulled up in front of him.

The window rolled down, revealing an elegant face hidden behind a pair of sunglasses.