Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 393

After reading Lauren Hawke’s letter, Grace didn’t look up for a long time.

A violent wave of nausea suddenly surged up from her stomach.

Grace clutched her chest, the feeling so intense it was as if she was going to vomit up her insides.

“Grace!” Damien caught her as her body swayed. “What’s wrong? Where does it hurt?”

Grace opened her mouth, wanting to speak, but found her throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, unable to make a sound.

A sharp, tearing pain suddenly shot through her abdomen.

It felt like something important was being ripped away from her body.

Grace gripped Damien’s collar, gritting her teeth and whispering, “My stomach… it hurts so much…”

Damien looked down and froze.

Even in the dark of night, even in the pouring rain.

He saw it.

There was blood on the ground, trickling down Grace's leg.

“Felix! The car!”

He shouted, throwing down the umbrella and sweeping her into his arms, then sprinted away.

St. Aurelia Medical Center, Emergency Room.

Damien stood in the hallway, soaked to the bone.

His eyes were bloodshot, his fists clenched tightly as he stood there without a word.

Thump—

The door to the trauma room finally opened.

Damien instantly rushed forward and grabbed the doctor by the collar. “How is she?!”

The doctor, a senior physician, was startled by his appearance and quickly adjusted his glasses. “M-Mr. Clarke, please calm down! The patient is fine.”

Damien’s grip loosened slightly, but his body remained tense. “Then she…”

“Mrs. Clarke is pregnant.”

The doctor’s words made Damien freeze on the spot.

His mind went blank for a moment.

Grace was still unconscious, lying quietly in bed with an IV drip.

Her brow was tightly furrowed; even in her sleep, she was extremely restless.

Damien sat by the bed, gently taking her cold hand and lifting it to his lips for a kiss.

“I’m sorry, Grace. I didn’t protect you.”

He looked at her flat stomach, where a small life was growing.

It was his and Grace’s child.

It was a small gift from heaven after all the suffering they had endured.

But it was almost… almost gone.

Felix walked in holding a tablet, speaking softly, “Mr. Clarke, the analysis results are in.”

Damien didn't speak, just held out his hand.

On the tablet screen was an expedited carbon-14 dating report and an ink spectrometry analysis.

“Although the letter paper was artificially aged by being soaked in old tea and dried, the fluorescent whitening agents in the paper fibers are a type that only came into widespread use after 2020,” Felix said, wiping the nervous sweat from his forehead. “And the ink, while it looks like carbon ink from that era, its main component is… from a pen cartridge manufactured just last week, diluted with water.”