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Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 526

When Ivy Dawson announced she was moving back to her apartment, Grace Hart simply offered a numb, "Okay."

For the past few days, Grace had been spiraling into a suffocating depression. The gloomy atmosphere was exhausting for anyone to be around.

Ivy thrived on lively energy; there was no way she could endure this kind of suffocating silence.

"I'll help you pack."

Grace set down her silverware and headed upstairs. "I don't have anything else to do anyway."

Ivy watched her friend's retreating back. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words died in her throat.

Damien Clarke had specifically warned her: until the crisis was resolved, Grace couldn't be burdened with a single worry.

"What's wrong?" Grace paused on the stairs, glancing back.

"It's just... the HOA fees at my place are ridiculous right now. It'd be a massive waste of money if I didn't move back."

Ivy forced a laugh, turning away to avoid Grace's gaze. "Come on, let's hurry before it gets dark."

"Yeah, let's go."

For the next hour, Grace methodically organized Ivy's closet.

Ivy stood by, her chest tight with anxiety, yet utterly helpless.

Several times, she wanted to blurt out the truth, but Damien's stern warning echoed in her mind, forcing her to swallow the words.

"This box has all your skincare. I wrapped everything in bubble wrap."

Grace taped up the final cardboard box. "Did we miss anything?"

"No, that's everything."

Ivy stared at the neat stack of boxes, a lump forming in her throat. "Thank you, Grace."

"For what?"

Grace lowered her eyes. "That's what friends do."

The moving company Ivy hired arrived shortly after.

Watching the movers carry out box after box, the villa slowly emptied, and Grace felt her own heart hollowing out right along with it.

"I'm taking off now."

Ivy stood in the doorway, hesitating. "Take care of yourself while I'm gone. Make sure you eat, and please... don't overthink things."

"I know."

Grace stood on the front steps, offering a soft, fragile smile. "Drive safe. Text me when you get there."

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