Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 349

“You’re not mad?” Damien asked cautiously.

“I am mad.” Grace raised an eyebrow. “I’m mad you let that woman reeking of cheap perfume get so close to you. Mr. Clarke, you’d better take three showers when you get home, or you’re not getting in bed.”

Damien looked at her, his eyes twinkling, then pulled her into his arms.

“Grace…”

He murmured in her ear, “Thank you.”

Thank you for being willing to trust me.

Thank you for finally letting go of the person who was covered in thorns.

The elevator doors slowly closed again.

Through the narrowing gap, Amelia stood at the restaurant entrance, watching the couple embrace tightly in the elevator. She bit her lower lip.

“Grace…”

Amelia seethed, “This isn’t over.”

***

Friday at 8 PM, on the prime-time conflict resolution show, 'Family Reset'.

The livestream was blowing up, with tens of millions of viewers tuning in.

On the studio sofa sat a man with graying hair.

Mr. Hart.

He was hunched over, tears streaming down his face as he tremblingly held up a childhood photo of Grace.

“I’m a sinner…”

Mr. Hart cried to the camera, his grief looking completely genuine. “I was so busy with my business back then that I neglected Grace. But I was doing it all for our family! I’m not asking her to support me, I’m just begging to see her one more time, to hear her call me ‘Dad’…”

“But… but she had people throw me out, and she even said… said she doesn’t have a father like me.”

The host, a man with no scruples when it came to ratings, immediately turned to the camera with righteous indignation.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is the ‘genius scientist’ Miss Grace we’ve all heard about! She takes government research funding and lives in a mansion, yet she completely ignores her own father! This isn’t just a moral failing, it’s a perversion of humanity!”

“Hello?”

“Is this Miss Grace? This is the 'Family Reset' show, live on the air!” the host said aggressively. “Your father, Mr. Hart, is here in the studio. You’ve been completely ignoring him. Do you have any explanation?”

The line went silent.

Everyone waited for Grace’s response.

However, all that could be heard through the receiver was the sound of papers rustling.

“Oh.”

Grace’s voice was calm. “Which father would that be? The one who forced me to go entertain clients while I had a 102-degree fever, just to secure an investment from the Clarke family? Or the one who, when I was framed for plagiarism, personally burned my research notes to protect Lilian?”

The livestream fell silent for a few seconds.

Mr. Hart’s face stiffened. He frantically shouted into the microphone, “Grace! What… what nonsense are you talking about! Dad did that for your own good…”

“For my own good?”

Grace let out a soft laugh as the liquid from her burette dropped steadily. “Mr. Hart, does your so-called ‘good’ include cutting off my medical payments while I was hospitalized with a broken leg, so you could buy Lilian a limited-edition handbag?”