Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 433

“Melissa, prepare for the procedure.”

“If I die, have my body cremated.”

“If I survive…”

Grace glanced back at Damien, a heartbreakingly beautiful smile on her face.

“Then this will be the beginning of my, Grace’s, revenge on this goddamn world.”

The operating table was ice-cold.

Grace lay on it, her limbs secured with restraints to prevent her from thrashing in agony and dislodging the equipment.

“Grace, it’s not too late to back out.”

Damien, dressed in sterile scrubs, stood beside her, trying to change her mind.

“Mr. Clarke, can you not try to mess with my resolve right now?” Grace quipped, though her voice was already trembling. “Remember what you promised. If I cry from the pain, you’re not allowed to laugh at me.”

“I won’t laugh.” Damien’s eyes were red. “If it hurts, bite me.”

He extended his arm to her.

“Let’s begin,” Melissa said, taking a deep breath and pressing the activation button.

A low hum filled the room.

Instantly, dozens of ultra-fine metal probes pierced Grace’s spine, the back of her head, and her limbs.

In that moment, Grace felt as if her very soul was being torn apart.

“Aahhh—!!!”

Her shrill scream was bloodcurdling, even through the soundproof glass.

An infinite storm of electrical currents raged through her nerves, as if determined to dig up every memory from her past and carve it into her again with a knife.

Memories flooded her mind.

…

“You’re a jinx! You killed your mother the day you were born!” —This was Alistair Hart’s drunken beating.

“Grace, Lilian’s health is poor. You’re her big sister—can’t you just let her have this? What’s the big deal with giving her your research paper?” —This was Cassian Hart’s sanctimonious accusation.

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