Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 350

“Or was it when you tried to curry favor with the Ward family by forcing me to kneel and apologize to Ethan, simply because I failed to take a drink for Lilian?”

“Mr. Hart,” Grace’s voice remained steady, “that formal jacket you’re wearing today, if I recall correctly, was a birthday gift I bought for you five years ago after saving up for three months from a part-time job. At the time, you threw it on the ground in disgust, stomped on it twice, and said it was cheap trash, unworthy of your status.”

“So? You’ve picked it back up now to play the victim?”

Mr. Hart’s face turned a furious shade of red, his lips trembling. “You… you ungrateful daughter…”

“If your idea of being a grateful daughter means letting you suck me dry, then I’m sorry, I’m not playing along.”

Grace paused, her tone becoming sharp. “Also, inform your production team that for disclosing my private number and putting me on a live broadcast without my consent, a letter from my lawyer will be sent to your station within ten minutes. As for you, Mr. Hart, since you love acting so much, perhaps you can put on a show for your fellow inmates in prison. After all, your tax evasion case isn’t quite closed yet.”

The call ended.

The studio was dead silent.

The host stood there awkwardly, holding the microphone, completely at a loss.

Mr. Hart collapsed onto the sofa, his face ashen.

The tide of public opinion in the comments reversed instantly.

[WTF! The tables turned so fast on this one!]

[Forcing his daughter with a fever to entertain clients? Burning her research? Is this guy even human?]

[That jacket looked familiar! So it’s the one he stomped on… Oh my god, what kind of life did Grace have before!]

[I feel so bad for her! That’s not a father, that’s a vampire!]

Amelia watched the screen fill with comments calling the show “unscrupulous” and Mr. Hart a “scumbag dad,” and furiously threw her coffee cup to the ground.

***

The backlash was more intense than Amelia had anticipated.

[Blood ties are not a license for blackmail. I will choose my own family.]

The accompanying picture was taken in the garden of the old family estate.

In the photo, the sun was shining brightly.

Her grandmother was sitting in a wicker chair, smiling kindly. Ivy was walking over with a plate of sliced fruit, and Damien, with his back to the camera, was kneeling on the ground, tying Grace’s shoelace.

The scene was so heartwarming it could make you cry.

This post was a definitive declaration of Grace’s break from the Hart family, and it was a sharp slap in the face to Amelia.

You want to use a sense of duty to trap me?

Sorry, I don’t care about those so-called blood ties.