Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 360

"Hm?"

"I want to destroy that old bastard, Alistair Hart," Grace said suddenly, her voice calm. "I want him to suffer everything he did to my mom."

Damien's hands didn't stop moving as he replied nonchalantly, "Killing is against the law. It's not worth throwing your own life away for that kind of trash."

"But I can't accept it."

Grace bit her lower lip, tears welling up again. "Why? Why does he get to live so well after my mom suffered so much?"

"Who said he's living well?"

Damien wrung out the washcloth and gently wiped her face.

Grace was taken aback. "What do you mean?"

A cruel smile played on Damien's lips. "Lucian's in prison. Turns out there's a 'boss' in there who was an inside man Felix planted years ago."

"As for Alistair Hart..." Damien paused before continuing, "He has rheumatism. I already had Felix sue him for libel. He should still be at the police station right now."

Hearing this, some of the anger in Grace's heart subsided.

But it wasn't enough.

"What about Sabrina?" Grace asked. "I heard she's still trying to get Lilian out on medical parole?"

"Medical parole?"

Damien sneered. "In her dreams."

He leaned closer to Grace, a faint, cold smile on his face. "The evidence Katherine Holt gave you—bigamy, abandonment, on top of the previous tax evasion—is more than enough for us to sue her."

"And I've already had someone leak the story about Alistair and Katherine's past, as well as the fact that Lilian is the real illegitimate daughter, to the media."

Grace finally smiled.

It was a strained smile, but the darkness in her eyes had lifted considerably.

"Damien, you're terrible."

"Of course. How else am I supposed to handle those monsters?" Damien lifted her from the water and wrapped her in a large bath towel. "Besides, I can be much worse."

"What?"

[Grace, we need to talk.]

Grace scoffed and blocked the number.

Talk?

There was nothing to talk about.

Now that the masks were off, she would see this through to the end.

She got out of bed and got ready, looking at herself in the mirror.

There were a few tell-tale red marks on her neck—Damien's "handiwork" from last night.

She covered them with some foundation, then changed into a black business suit and put on pearl earrings.

Her schedule for the day was packed.

Besides going to the company to handle the aftermath of the Wilson case, she also had to visit the law firm.

It was time for the irrefutable evidence from Katherine Holt to do its work.