Try Begging - Chapter 131.2
Grace had naively believed she would be seen as a benefactor by her for saving Fred. However, Nancy was oblivious to what had happened at Winston’s. Then, that madman ended up killing Fred, putting her in a difficult position.
“Do you know why I spread my legs for that b*stard? To save Fred!”
Grace yelled, grabbing the collar of a comrade who treated her as a whore and a traitor.
“What? He genuinely liked me? Is that why he spilled my name before even being tortured?”
As Nancy’s face contorted, Grace clenched her teeth and shouted the truth.
“Yes! Your brother was the one who sold out Peter and me to Winston!”
She pushed Nancy’s collar away as if to dismiss her shock and pale face, then demanded with restrained anger.
“Now apologize to me.”
However, Nancy didn’t quickly accept her brother’s fault.
“You expect me to believe that without any evidence? It’s easy to falsely accuse the dead who can’t defend themselves. Be reasonable, Grace.”
What false accusations?
Grace swallowed her anger and forced a twisted smile.
“Ah, evidence? You’ve seen your brother’s body, right? There should be a wound in his groin. Winston personally stabbed him there. Do you know why? He was aroused by the sight of an ally offering herself to the enemy to save him. Even that devil himself was shocked. If you don’t believe me, go ask Winston yourself.”
Nancy’s face looked as if she might vomit, caught between disgust for her brother and Winston.
“Did you hear? Your brother got aroused listening to me being violated. Disgustingly. Utterly cowardly.”
“Stop it. I don’t want to hear this.”
As Nancy covered her ears with her hands, Grace pulled them away and whispered something in her ear that would haunt her.
“Tell me. To have your dirty thing stand up while listening to me suffer at the hands of that devil considered pure love? Huh? Say it!”
“Stop!”
Now, with her hands covering her face to shut out reality, Grace spelled it out for her, word by word.
“Nancy Wilkins, your brother is the true coward and traitor.”
Suddenly, Nancy looked up and lunged at Grace.
“Don’t you dare insult my brother!”
Insult? It was the truth.
Grace gritted her teeth as she was grabbed by the collar. Fred was so unfit for his role, even she admitted he was too weak yet Nancy defended him just because he was family.
“You have no idea how much I suffered because of your brother’s greed. No, you probably don’t even care!”
The realization that she was unjustly labeled a traitor and abandoned without a family to defend her broke something inside Grace.
“Your brother, did he die in agony?”
As pain filled Nancy’s eyes, Grace twisted her smile.
“I hope he did.”
Suddenly, the hand that was holding her collar flew towards Grace’s cheek.
“Ugh…”
But the one who groaned in pain was not her but Nancy as Grace fiercely twisted her wrist and let out a scoff.
“Let, uht, go of this!”
Despite the fact that she expected to have weakened from being locked up, Grace found her grip strength had actually improved from the daily physical struggles with that man. It was truly astonishing.
She shook off Nancy’s hand from her collar as if brushing off the dust and pushed her back.
“Get lost. I have no more business with you.”
Yet, Nancy didn’t leave the booth but grabbed her wrist as Grace reached for the telephone.
“Don’t even think about calling Jimmy or going to him. Go straight to Joe now.”
Facing her attempt to snatch the telephone, Grace pointed a freshly loaded pistol at her.
“I said get lost. Now.”
The two now looked at each other not as comrades but as enemies. While Grace had the thought that Nancy might try to eliminate her, she quickly dismissed it by ensuring Nancy wouldn’t have the luxury to attempt such a thing.
“Oh, did you know? Your brother was spotted the moment he stupidly didn’t show up at Winford’s but went to visit you.”
Of course, Nancy’s face turned ashen.
“If you don’t want to get caught and end up in trouble, you’d better leave right now. Think about it. Would I bother to tell you this if I were a traitor?”
As expected, Nancy dropped the phone immediately and, like someone being chased, hurried out of the booth and then disappeared from the post office.
While Nancy’s venomous words about her becoming as malevolent as the vampire of Camden still seemed to haunt the narrow booth, Grace began to make a call.