Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 380

She picked up her bag and turned toward the security checkpoint.

Her back was straight, but her silhouette exuded an air of desolation and loneliness.

Grace watched her figure disappear into the crowd.

“Grace.”

Ivy had appeared at some point. Looking in the direction Amelia had gone, she pouted. “Why would you let a wicked woman like that go? She almost got your grandmother killed!”

Grace drew her gaze back, watching a plane take off outside the window.

“Ivy, doesn't she look pathetic?”

Ivy nodded. “She does! Serves her right!”

Grace lowered her eyes, gently tracing the faded scar on her wrist.

It was from when Lucian had pushed her onto broken glass back at the Hart estate.

“She’s actually a pitiful person, living for her family’s vanity, never understanding what life was about.” Grace stood and straightened her coat. “But just because she’s pitiful doesn’t mean she isn’t detestable. She is pitiful, but she is absolutely unforgivable.”

“Let's go.”

“Where to?”

A cold, stunning smile touched Grace's lips. “To the hospital. I hear my ‘dear father’ is getting what he deserves.”

Outside the intensive care unit at Magnolia General Hospital.

The sharp click of Grace’s heels echoed down the hallway.

In the hospital room, an old man with a twisted mouth and a paralyzed right side lay on the bed, drool trickling from the corner of his mouth and soaking the pillowcase.

It was Alistair Hart.

For his involvement in the kidnapping and massive financial crimes, he had originally faced a sentence of at least three years.

But in the courtroom, just as the judge’s gavel fell, the once-respectable Chairman Hart had a cerebral hemorrhage and a stroke.

Prison was no longer an option; he could only be released for medical treatment. But the Hart family’s assets had long been seized, and Sabrina had also fled, taking the last bit of money Alistair had hidden away.

“Mr. Hart, don't get worked up. You don’t want your blood pressure to spike again.”

She took a card from her purse and handed it to the caregiver.

“This is for this month's expenses.”

The caregiver took the card and hesitated. “Miss Hart, the doctor said that with his condition, if we use imported medicine and physical therapy, there’s a chance he could regain some feeling…”

“That won’t be necessary.”

Grace cut her off, her tone cold.

“Just keep him on life support.”

“As long as he doesn’t starve to death, don’t bother with anything else.”

The caregiver was taken aback.

“Yes… of course.”