Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 363

At the Clarke estate, in the tea room.

The sandalwood incense filled the air, but it couldn't mask the passive-aggressive tension.

Amelia held a cup of freshly brewed rare oolong tea, but her eyes kept darting towards Marianne, who was resting with her eyes closed.

“Mrs. Clarke, I had someone pick this for you from a renowned estate. Please, try it. It’s good for your heart.”

Marianne opened her eyes, took the cup, and sipped it. Her expression softened slightly. “Amelia, you’re always so thoughtful. Unlike Damien, who’s so busy with his company he never has time for home.”

“Damien is destined for great things,” Amelia said, setting down the teapot and sighing as if by accident. “As long as he has someone thoughtful and caring at home to support him, you won’t have to worry. But…”

She trailed off, her brow furrowed in a troubled expression.

Marianne put down her cup. “But what? Is there something you can’t tell me?”

Amelia bit her lip, as if she had made a difficult decision. “Ma’am, do you remember when Mrs. Hart was pregnant, she had some mental health issues? I heard it was a hereditary form of bipolar disorder.”

Marianne’s hand trembled. The lid of the teacup clinked against the rim with a sharp sound.

“Hereditary?” Marianne’s face instantly darkened.

Observing Marianne’s reaction, Amelia continued to fan the flames. “I heard that when she was pregnant with Grace, she would often have hysterical fits. Ma’am, you know… a condition like that… there’s a chance it can be passed down to the next generation.”

She paused, her voice dropping to a near-whisper, laced with feigned horror. “What if Damien’s future child… I mean, this is the first grandson of the Clarke family. What if there’s some kind of intellectual or mental defect…”

That sentence made Marianne involuntarily think of Grace’s repeated attempts to run away.

For a top-tier family like the Clarkes, nothing was more important than the bloodline.

That evening, Damien brought Grace back to the estate for dinner.

The atmosphere at the table was strange.

Lauren Hawke had been driven into depression by Mr. Hart and Sabrina. How could it be twisted into her being mentally ill?

“Who told you that?”

Damien slowly wiped his hands and looked up, his eyes filled with an icy chill.

“Don’t worry about who told me. Just tell me if it’s true!” Marianne slammed her hand on the table. “Damien, the Clarkes have had a single heir for generations. We can’t have a daughter-in-law with 'crazy genes'! What if the child is born an idiot, or a lunatic? What will happen to the Clarke family’s reputation?”

Grace went cold, the air in the room suddenly feeling too thin to breathe.

Crazy genes…

So, after all her hard work, even after becoming a top scientist and reclaiming everything that was hers, in the eyes of these people, she was still a ticking time bomb, ready to go insane at any moment.

“Ma’am, my mother was not a lunatic.” Grace’s voice trembled. “She was pushed… They pushed her to her death…”