Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 395

Magnolia General Hospital.

Alistair Hart leaned against the headboard, skillfully holding a peeled apple. “This apple is pretty good,” he remarked. “Sweet.”

The doctor next to him smiled obsequiously. “Of course. It’s from a special supply. Alistair, your ‘playing the victim’ and ‘nostalgia’ combo was brilliant. I saw that kid Dorian leaving in tears. I bet that girl will soften up and come back soon.”

“Hmph, that girl is just a stubborn bitch, just like her mother who died young,” Alistair spat out a piece of apple peel, his eyes gleaming with cunning. “As long as she comes back, you give her that drug, and I’ll have her transfer the patent rights to me. I’ll sell them, and the Hart family will be saved!”

Bang!

The door to the hospital room was kicked open.

Alistair’s hand trembled in shock, and half the apple fell onto the blanket.

He instinctively tried to fake his paralysis, but when he saw it was Dorian who had burst in, his movement froze halfway.

Dorian stood in the doorway, soaked to the bone.

In his hand, he still held the analysis report Felix had printed.

He looked at his father—so agile, his face ruddy, showing no signs of the “paralysis” he was supposed to have—and felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

“Dad…” Dorian’s voice trembled. “Your hand… it’s better?”

Alistair froze for a second, then his eyes darted around. He decided to drop the act.

“Since you’ve seen it, I can’t be bothered to pretend anymore.” Alistair leaned back, his gaze turning cold and sinister. “That’s right, I was faking it. The letters were fake, too. So what?”

This was the “fatherly love” he had just vouched for so adamantly in front of Grace.

It was disgusting.

Dorian raised his fist, desperately wanting to smash it into that face.

But when he saw the white hair at Alistair’s temples, saw the IV still taped to the back of his hand, the towering rage somehow dissipated at the last moment, replaced by a profound sense of powerlessness.

This was his dad…

Even if he was a bastard, he was the father who had raised him.

If he exposed all this now, told Grace the truth… given her current physical condition, could she really handle a blow like that?