Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 367

“Dorian, I’m going to sue you! For abandoning your elderly father! I’ll expose you to the media!” Marcus Hart seethed with impotent rage on the other end of the line.

“Do whatever you want.”

Dorian hung up and immediately blocked the number.

He didn’t even frown throughout the entire process.

Grace chewed on her fork, sizing up this brother of hers for the first time.

“Cold-blooded,” she commented.

“I learned from you,” Dorian said, continuing to eat. “There’s no point in reasoning with a rabid dog. You just have to be crazier than it is.”

In that moment, Grace actually saw a hint of what a “family member” should be in this perpetually cold man.

One month later.

The Clarke family’s crisis was completely resolved thanks to Damien’s iron-fisted methods and the technical support from Graceline Technologies.

After seeing the report Dorian brought about Sabrina’s family history of mental illness, Marianne Clarke finally fell silent and even started sending Grace all sorts of health supplements.

It was a weekend afternoon, and the sun was shining brightly.

Grace was in the small garden pruning flowers when Dorian arrived.

He was holding a beautifully packaged envelope.

“For you,” he said, handing it to her.

“A bonus?” Grace took off her gloves and teased him with a smile. “This month’s salary hasn’t even been paid, and you’re already asking for a cut of the profits?”

“It’s not money.”

Dorian looked away, a bit unnaturally. “Open it and see.”

Grace curiously opened the envelope.

Inside was a photograph.

Judging by the background, it was taken many years ago in the countryside.

Dorian’s voice was low. “If she didn’t love you, she wouldn’t have endured that hell to bring you into the world.”

Grace hugged the photo and crouched on the ground, crying like a child.

Dorian stood by awkwardly, not knowing what to do. He started to reach out to pat her shoulder, then thought better of it, retracting his hand halfway.

Damien had appeared at some point and pulled the sobbing Grace into his arms.

He nodded at Dorian, a new level of approval in his eyes.

After Grace had cried her heart out in Damien’s embrace, she looked up at Dorian, her eyes red.

The sunlight filtered through the leaves, dappling her face.

She sniffled and broke into a wide smile—a genuine one, completely free of guards and calculations.

“Thank you, Dorian.”

This was the first time since returning to the Hart family that she had ever called him that with sincerity.