Burn Those Who Burned Me novel Chapter 153

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Chapter 153

Kai’s POV:

The family ended up staying for a few more hours after deciding to have dinner together at Gracie’s request.

“See!! My big sister don’t want to get rid of us!”

Kayla joked as she pouted and pinched my cheeks. Rolling my eyes, I smiled at Gracie, in truth…whatever she wanted I would have happily obliged.

“Well, what do you all say we order some hibachi and have it delivered.”

Grandpa stood up with his phone in his hand about to make a call to his assistant.

“Oh! Make sure you get some miso soup too grandad!”

Kayla yelled as he began to place the order to his assistant.

The time was just after 6pm, finally…they were all about to leave so I could have Gracie to myself! I didn’t want to be greedy, but they’d had her for over two weeks before I woke up and I knew once we returned home things would be hectic. I just wanted this night between the two of us.

“I’m so excited you’ll both be home tomorrow!!!”

Kayla squealed as she hugged me and Gracie.

“Yes! Our family is finally whole again!”

Grandmother hugged me tightly, her eyes starting to swell.

“I love you too grandmother.”

After releasing me, she turned to Gracie.

“Oh, my dear. You’re our angel. Never forget that.”

She hugged Gracie with a loving expression. I could see Gracie’s eyes begin to water as she hugged grandmother back.

“Ditto.”

She whispered as mom made her way over to her. Mother stared at her with a warm smile.

“I love you Gracie. Thank you for choosing us.”

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She hugged Gracie tightly as the tears rolled down both of their faces causing everyone to get emotional.

“I know I’ve been saying take care of my son, but I want you to get some rest tonight.”

Gracie wiped the tears from her eyes as she nodded in agreement with my mother.

“Yes ma’am.”

Satisfied with her response, mom turned to me. Her expression said it all. I felt a surge of guilt, for me… it’d only felt like I was sleep for a short time while they all had to endure this for over six months.

We hugged each other for a long moment before dad came over and embraced us both. After saying our final goodbyes, Gracie walked over to her travel bag.

“Do you mind if I take a shower and get comfortable?”

Her question broke me out of my trance.

“Absolutely…um…let me show you around really quick.”

After Gracie left, I decided to straighten up the room and check if that couch really did turn into a bed.

Shit.

It didn’t. Well, there was no way I was about to let her sleep in a chair. About 20 minutes later, Gracie came out looking refreshed. She plopped down in the chair with a grin on her face.

“Your bathroom in this hospital is better than some hotel bathrooms.”

She giggled as she curled her legs into the chair. Her hair was mostly down with just some of it up in a messy bun. She was wearing pajama shorts with a matching long sleeve shirt and knee socks. So simple and yet she looked so radiant.

Smiling. “Yeah the VIP floor of this hospital is amazing. I mean, overall, it’s a great hospital, but there was a lot of detail put into the VIP.”

“Does your family own this hospital?”

“We do.”

Gracie’s eyes widen, before settling on a warm smile. I’m sure she was aware of House Christiansen and the business and power we held. Still, I’m sure it was shocking to hear. She scanned the television trying to find something to watch. Settling on some true crime show, she frowned as the narrator spoke about a person that committed a murder.

“Dummy. Now you’re going to spend the rest of your life in prison.”

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I laughed to myself thinking about how she’d called me a dummy the first time we met. She truly hadn’t changed one bit. Gracie looked at me as if she were about to ask a question when she paused with a puzzled expression. Suddenly, slight panic seeped into her eyes.

“What’s wrong?!”

I chuckled lightly realizing my staring must’ve alarmed her.

“Nothing. I promise. I was just thinking…you haven’t changed much since we were children.”

Gracie’s eyes fell as if she had been guilty of something. Lifting her head slowly against the head rest of her chair, I could tell something was troubling her. In a low voice, she began to speak.

“That’s not true. I have changed…a lot.”

“How?”

“Hm. I used to be pathetic for one.”

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