Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 449

“No.”

Lottie grabbed Grace’s hand, and this time, she didn’t let her pull away.

Lottie’s hand was warm, her palm covered with a thin layer of calluses from years of holding a paintbrush.

Grace’s hands, in contrast, were perennially cold, her fingers covered in tiny scars from chemical corrosion.

“In her letters to Mrs. Grant, Mom wrote that this was the most regrettable and heartbreaking decision of her life.”

“You know, when I was little, I never understood why Mrs. Grant wouldn’t let me return to this country, why I couldn’t see my birth parents.”

Lottie looked into Grace’s eyes. “Then, on my eighteenth birthday, I learned the truth.”

“I cried and begged Mrs. Grant to let me come back to find you, to take you away.”

“But Mrs. Grant refused.”

“She said you were still under the Hart family’s control back then. If I showed up rashly, not only would I fail to save you, but I would get myself caught in their net too. It might even lead that madman Alistair Hart to discover the truth and have you killed.”

“All I could do was wait.”

Lottie’s eyes reddened as well. “Grace, do you know what that feels like? When I was painting in the lavender fields of Providelle, I would think, ‘What is my sister doing right now? Is she suffering?’”

“When I was at the Louvre, I would wonder, ‘Is my sister being bullied by that wicked stepmother?’”

“The more freely I lived, the more guilty I felt.”

“I felt like I had stolen your life.”

Grace looked at Lottie.

She looked at the face that was identical to her own, now showing such genuine pain.

Suddenly, the resentment in her heart began to fade.

She was right.

Who was there to blame?

Lottie? Her life had been arranged for her, too.

Their mother? In such a desperate situation, she could only do her best to save one of them.

The only ones to blame were those monsters in the Hart family.

The only thing to blame was the unfairness of fate.

“That painting,” Grace’s voice was hoarse. “*Abyss of Mirrors*. Is it about me?”

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