Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 463

"Is that your boyfriend?" Grace took a sip of warm water, a smile playing on her lips. "Who knew Ms. Grant was living such a chic, leisurely life."

"Shh—" Lottie wore a mischievous grin. "He thinks I'm just some poor artist who scrapes by painting on the streets. Don't blow my cover."

"Lottie..." Grace looked at her. "Are you happy?"

"Of course, I am." Lottie brought her face close to the camera, looking at Grace earnestly. "Grace, we have to be happy. For our mothers, for our grandmothers, and for our former selves."

Yes, we have to be happy.

Grace looked at her own wrist.

The needle marks from all the blood draws had faded to faint, dark red spots.

"I will be."

Late autumn in Jarrow City is always cold. But at least I have my family, and people who love me by my side.

***

"Code enforcement! Run!"

A sharp shout broke the silence of the footbridge.

The bustling street of vendor stalls instantly erupted into chaos.

Vendors quickly packed up their goods and scattered in all directions.

Cassian was the slowest to react.

"Stop! You in the trench coat!"

The officers quickly spotted him.

Cassian's heart leaped into his throat. He missed a step, and the next thing he knew, he was on the ground.

A large pile of old books fell from his arms, scattering across the pavement.

An officer caught up to him and planted a foot on his copy of *Molecular Biology*.

"Trying to run? You think you can just set up shop here?"

"Don't step on it, please..."

Cassian crouched on the ground, reaching for the book.

"Well, now!" The officer sneered, kicking the book away. "Quite attached to it, aren't you? It's all confiscated!"

"You can't take it!" Cassian scrambled to pick up the book and clutch it to his chest.

"I said I'm taking it!"

The officer strode forward, snatched the book from his grasp, and tossed it into the enforcement vehicle that had pulled up behind him.

Everything Cassian owned was confiscated.

All that remained were a handful of worthless magazines and a shell-shocked Cassian.

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