Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 493

Wiping her own tears, Grace grabbed a tissue from the side table and roughly wiped Ivy's nose.

"If you're going to die, at least drag that scumbag down to hell with you first! What kind of victory is dying on your own?"

“You’re right... I’m such an idiot...” she choked out, her voice dissolving into a fresh wave of uncontrollable sobs.

One woman sat, the other lay in bed.

One yelled, the other cried.

The scene was utter chaos, yet oddly harmonious.

Standing at the door, Damien silently waved the nurse away and gently closed the door.

Friendship between women was sometimes strange like that.

It didn't need gentle words of comfort, just a furious, soul-shaking tirade to pull someone back from the brink of death.

Inside the room, Grace, exhausted from her yelling, finally sat down.

"Are you hungry?" Grace asked, her tone still sharp.

"Hungry..." Ivy sobbed. "I want... I want Miller’s signature congee."

"Eat, eat, eat, that's all you think about."

Though her words were dismissive, Grace had already picked up her phone. "Wait, I'll have Felix pick up an order from Miller’s for you."

Ivy looked at Grace's red-rimmed eyes, and her heart constricted with guilt.

She reached out her uninjured hand and gently hooked Grace's pinky finger.

"Grace, thank you."

"Save it." Grace sniffled, her voice thick with congestion. "I'm the one who dragged your life back from the brink, so from now on, it's mine. You try dying again without my permission, I dare you."

"I won't, I really won't."

Ivy shook her head, her eyes gradually clearing.

Only those who have faced death truly understand how good it is to be alive.

As long as there is one person who cares about you, one person willing to fight for you, life is worth living.

"Grace."

Ivy spoke up again, her tone shifting slightly.

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