Try Begging - Chapter 130.1
Yesterday and today, she wondered why he was being so unusually kind, only to realize today was the day he planned to start his operation.
Laughter bubbled up again.
As Grace neared Halewood, she draped a scarf over her head and covered her face. It would be troublesome if someone recognized Sally Bristol.
Luck was on her side.
The tram, which came once an hour, arrived shortly after she began waiting. The tram interior was quiet, given it was past rush hour on a weekday morning.
Grace only pulled out the gun she had been clutching in her pocket once she sat in the farthest corner seat. After removing the magazine and checking the chamber of the gun, laughter erupted unknowingly. Both the magazine and chamber were completely empty.
So, that man had given her an unloaded gun.
Moreover, the money in her pocket was just enough to get to the outskirts of Winsford. He had calculated that giving her too much money might enable her to escape without seeking help from her comrades.
Such a meticulous b*stard.
And a cold-blooded man who willingly used even the woman carrying his child.
Grace had noticed that the man intended to use the child for some purpose, but it was only about a month ago that she realized what for. After entering a stable phase, he focused on feeding her well and making sure she took regular walks as if training a military dog.
He knew if he let her go, she’d run straight to Jimmy.
B*stard. Cold-blooded. Calculative, even using love, disgustingly so. She hoped he was watching her escape while feeling abandoned and hurt.
Clutching her teeth, Grace looked out the tram window as the city drew closer.
Plans were already made on various aspects. Plans not to divulge the location of the base and to disappear forever.
Leon Winston, you’re not the only one who can calculate.
She got off in front of the Winsford Opera House and headed straight for the department store. As soon as she entered, she paused. The interior was dazzlingly decorated for Christmas, all the way to the ceiling.
Suddenly, she remembered the last time she was here, Easter decorations were in that spot. The realization of the time she had been locked away hit her anew.
It wasn’t the first time she’d felt the weight of that time. She had been momentarily flustered when boarding the tram in Halewood, not knowing the fare had increased. Unlike the sparse outside, the inside of the department store was bustling.
With Christmas only two days away, people hurried past Grace, either buying last-minute gifts or picking up orders.
Why did everything feel so strangely unfamiliar?
The passing crowd, the snippets of conversation brushing her ears, everything felt as surreal as watching a movie.
Surely, this couldn’t be a dream?
As she stood frozen at the entrance, scanning her surroundings in a daze, a sudden presence behind her made her jump.
“Madam, do you need help?”
Turning around, she saw a doorman wearing a silk hat and uniform, looking at her with a friendly smile.
Madam?
It then dawned on Grace why she was being addressed that way. With her visibly pregnant belly and a costly ring on her finger, she must have seemed married.
“No, I’m fine, thank you.”
Regaining her composure, she swiftly crossed the department store, taking off the ring and slipping it into her coat pocket. She knew flaunting such an expensive item could lead to misunderstandings, especially with Nancy seeing it.
[ “Who is it?” ]
Nancy’s voice came through the intercom, causing Grace to feel both relieved and incredulous.
The safe house was still here.
She had stumbled upon a report on Winsford’s safe house while snooping around Winston’s desk. That meant if Winston knew its location, it was already compromised, yet it seemed he didn’t. Still, Grace had learned more from that report.
Nancy wasn’t a double agent.
After being deeply betrayed by Peter, Grace was careful in choosing whom to trust this time.
“It’s me.”
[ “Good God, you’re alive?” ]
While the response was meant to be joyful, Grace felt oddly uncomfortable. After a moment of silence, Nancy whispered urgently.
[ “Wait, what if you’re seen coming here?” ]
The initial awkward greeting was followed by a cold remark. It was disappointing, but security was paramount for Nancy, who thought the safe house’s location was still secret.
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