Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 364

“Excuses! Every family has its ups and downs. How come she was the only one who went mad?”

Marianne had been completely brainwashed by Amelia and wasn’t listening to reason.

“Enough!”

Damien shot to his feet.

He pulled Grace into his arms and looked at Marianne with piercing eyes.

“Mom, Grace’s medical reports are in my office. If you want to see them, I can have Felix bring them over right now.”

“As for children.”

He let out a cold laugh, his gaze firm. “If you’re worried about so-called ‘genetic’ problems, then fine. We don’t have to have children.”

“What did you say?!” Marianne’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“I said, I can live without children,” Damien repeated, enunciating every word. “I’m marrying Grace for who she is, not to find a surrogate to carry on the family line. If the Clarke empire has no one to inherit it, we can donate it all. I just want her.”

Marianne clutched her chest and sank back into her chair, speechless.

Grace looked up at Damien, her eyes welling up.

Ethan used to tell her, “You can’t even get pregnant. What’s the use of keeping you around?”

And now, this man at the pinnacle of society was declaring in front of his family, “For her, I’m willing to end the family line.”

This, she thought, was the difference between being loved and being used.

The dinner ended on a sour note.

Marianne was in a terrible mood and didn’t leave the estate for five days.

When Amelia found out, she didn’t give up.

“Damien, sometimes I wonder if I really am under some kind of curse.”

Grace’s voice was soft, laced with a deep weariness. “My father called me a jinx for twenty years. Then I married Ethan, and he said I was a block of wood, a bad omen. Now, with the Clarke family, I’m the ‘descendant of a lunatic’ and a ‘dominant threat.’”

She walked over to Damien, knelt down, and buried her face in his lap.

“No matter how hard I try, no matter how successful I become, as long as I still have Alistair Hart’s blood in my veins, will I ever be free of this filth?”

“I’m just… so tired.”

She hadn’t complained of being tired when Lucian beat her to the ground.

She hadn’t complained when they drew so much of her blood that she passed out.

But now, watching Damien fight with the board, getting berated by those stubborn old men just to defend her, her heart ached. And she was tired.

She was afraid that the mud she couldn’t wash off herself would eventually drag this pristine, noble man down into the muck with her.