Try Begging - Chapter 132.1
“To 1499 Crawford in Brayton… Ah, my name is…”
What she gave to the operator was not her own name but a pseudonym of Nancy’s. She thought that if Jimmy knew it was her, he might avoid the call.
[ What happened? ]
“Jimmy, it’s me.”
Was her concern right?
After hearing Grace’s voice, Jimmy was silent for a moment. The joy of hearing his fiancé’s voice after so long was overshadowed by other emotions for her.
“I have something to ask you.”
Before continuing, she closed her eyes tightly. Winston’s distressingly pitiful face flickered in the darkness.
“Your fiancé ordered you to commit suicide.”
She asked with a voice trembling from suppressed outrage and fear.
“Is it true you sent cyanide and ordered me to commit suicide?”
[ …I’m sorry. ]
Grace fought back the tears that threatened to spill. Her heart ached more than her lips, which she bit down on forcefully. That man’s words were true. She wanted to believe them to be a despicable lie, but she could no longer do so.
No, Jimmy must have had no other choice, no other way…
[ I had no choice either. ]
…But how dare he say that?
Grace bit her lips even harder, this time filled with a completely different emotion from before.
[ Sitting in this position, you know there are times when difficult and sometimes ruthless decisions must be made. Do you think it was easy for me to send that to you? Still… ]
“Did you even try to save me?”
She couldn’t contain her anger and asked.
[ Of course, I thought about it… ]
“I’m not asking about your thoughts, but what you did!”
The only answer she got was silence.
How… how could he do this to her? Amid the painful silence, a sob leaked through her clenched, pale lips.
“Are you, huh, embarrassed that I’m alive?”
Grace fully understood why Nancy’s initial reaction to her being alive felt so uncomfortable. Her return wasn’t welcome, instead, it was a burden.
[ It’s not like that… ]
“Are you disappointed because I didn’t follow your order? It’s not that I didn’t, but I couldn’t. Winston intercepted it.”
‘…Telling me not to die.’
“How can the devil try to save me while my fiancé wants me dead?”
The devil who risked everything he had to keep her alive seemed almost angelic in comparison. A long sigh came through the receiver.
[ Grace, when you say it like that, it makes me sound worse than that guy… ]
Grace scoffed instead of sobbing.
Could she really say that wasn’t the case? At least that devil knew he was evil. A devil recognized by all and someone who pretended to be an angel, cloaking evil deeds with the guise of goodness.
Was there a difference between the two?
[ To be honest… ]
Jimmy lowered his voice to a whisper.
[ It was the elders’ decision. They said you knew too much… ]
“I was locked up for eight months and didn’t disclose anything! I didn’t sell out Fred and Peter. Fred did that!”
[ I know that. I know, Grace… please, don’t cry. ]
“Heuk..”
Even if he knew the truth, it brought no comfort.
[ Please believe me. I regret it. But knowing you’ve come back to life, you don’t know how happy I am… ]
“Right, you’re happy, but you can’t accept me because I’m carrying that b*stard’s child, right?”
[ Ha… that’s not what I mean. ]
“Do you know why I ended up like this? Because I didn’t betray! After all that, you do this to me! Not even trying to save me! I had to escape on my own! And you abandon me?”
[ I’m not abandoning you! ]
“So, is our engagement still on?”
Silence through the receiver, and Grace couldn’t stand it.
“Huuhu…”
She felt foolish for ever feeling guilty towards Jimmy while in Winston’s arms. As she buried her face in her hand and began to sob, the man’s voice taunted her in her head.
“I can’t understand what you saw in such an irresponsible man to promise marriage, Miss Riddle. It’s pathetic.”
Shut up, Winston. Please, just shut up.
[ Grace, I have responsibilities as the head of the family… ]
“Enough. I don’t want to hear anymore.”
The more he tried to explain, the more miserable her situation became.
[ I’m really sorry. Ha… It pains me, too, how things turned out like this. ]
Could his pain possibly be as much as hers?