Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 431

“If you keep peeling, all that’ll be left for me is the core.”

Dorian spoke weakly from the hospital bed.

Grace’s hand trembled, and she nearly cut her finger.

“You don’t like it?” She felt a sharp sting in her eyes and forced a smile. “Too bad. You’re eating it anyway. This is the first time I’ve ever peeled an apple for anyone.”

“I don’t mind.” Dorian’s gaze grew somber, his eyes falling to his senseless legs. “I’m useless now. I’m lucky to have anything to eat at all. I’m in no position to be picky.”

“Don’t say that.” Grace stuffed a small slice of apple into his mouth.

“The doctor said that with proper physical therapy, you might… you might be able to stand again someday.”

It was a lie.

Both brother and sister knew the truth. A spinal cord injury was a life sentence.

Just then, Grace’s phone rang.

It was Damien.

“Well? Did you find it?” Grace asked anxiously.

Damien’s voice, tight with suppressed anger, came through the phone. “Grace, are you sure Alistair Hart didn’t have any other hiding places? I’ve practically torn this old house down to the studs. I’ve even checked three mouse holes, and there’s still nothing.”

Grace’s heart sank. “That’s impossible… The Butcher said it was in the old house. Alistair Hart was greedy and paranoid. He would have kept his most valuable possession as close to him as possible.”

“The closest place is the study,” Damien snorted. “Unless he ate the chip.”

The hospital room was quiet, and Dorian had overheard the conversation.

He struggled to turn his head and looked up at the ceiling, suddenly seeming to remember something.

“Tell him to check the painting in the study.”

Grace paused, then quickly relayed the message. “Dorian said to check a painting.”

“A painting?” Damien frowned on the other end. “I’ve checked all the paintings on the walls. There are no hidden compartments behind them.”

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