Try Begging - Chapter 153.2
[ I’m in Bilford, Camden. ]
Leon clenched his teeth harder, suppressing a scoff. Camden, of all places, and Bilford was just a four-hour drive from here.
That woman, boldly stepping into his territory.
It felt like a cruel mockery.
[ I think a person living in the same alley might be with the rebels… ]
As the woman relayed her tip, Leon scribbled in the notebook:
Camden Bilford. Track it.
The private immediately stood up and, following Leon’s gaze, entered the aide’s office and closed the door. He would now contact the telephone company to ask about the exchange operator in Winsford who connected this call.
By tracing it backwards, they could narrow down the location from which the call was made.
[ South from the intersection of Newton Street and Belmont Avenue… ]
Leon sat where the private had been, silently listening to the woman’s prattling voice and then sighed.
[ Madison… ]
Suddenly, the woman’s voice stopped. Amidst the tense atmosphere that felt like a silent argument, Leon spoke first.
“Hello, darling.”
His voice was deeper than usual, choked with restrained emotions that threatened to spill over. Even after hearing his voice, the woman was silent for a while, then burst into laughter.
[ Hello. You started work early today? ]
“I don’t have to wait for you to wake up anymore.”
[ Oh, am I being accused of being lazy? ]
“Not at all. Quite the opposite, actually.”
Their exchange was so casual that anyone listening might mistake them for old lovers who had just reconnected.
“Did you have breakfast?”
[ Yes, I did. ]
“Good. By the way, how’s our child? Tell them Daddy misses them very much.”
A mocking chuckle came through the phone.
Leon, while trying to buy time for the trace, dragged out the conversation as long as possible, gradually steering it towards the main topic.
“Why are you wandering around this cold winter without the warmth of my embrace, huh? I’m worried about you.”
[ I’m not wandering. I’m doing very well in a warm and comfortable place without you. ]
“Oh, I know that well.”
What was so funny about knowing her whereabouts that made the woman chuckle? Leon sighed, stripping the pretend playfulness from his voice.
“Can we please be rational now…”
[ Ah, that’s right! Congratulations! ]
The woman interrupted him with sudden congratulations, not even listening to his words.
[ Should I call you ‘Count’ now, or still ‘Major’? ]
“Hmm, I didn’t expect you to have heard my news.”
[ Of course, I did. It’s so annoying. I feel like I’m still caught by you even after escaping. ]
“If that’s the case, you might as well be caught…”
[ You know this is all thanks to me, right? You should be thankful for a lifetime. ]
“I know. That’s why I’ll be indebted for a lifetime…”
As Leon glared at the still-shut door of the aide’s office, dragging the conversation, the woman suddenly changed the topic.
[ Ah, right. I have a confession to make to you. ]
“…What confession?”
[ I lied to you. ]
“I’ll forgive you, so come back.”
The woman grumbled about his magnanimity without even knowing what the lie was, then made a confession Leon didn’t ask.
[ Actually, there weren’t three people involved in your father’s incident that night, but four. ]
“What?”
[ Remember Fred Wilkins? That despicable traitor. ]
“Yes, that’s why I took care of him.”
[ Fred’s father, David Wilkins, was also at the villa that night. ]
As Leon recalled seeing that name on the list of rebel leaders detained in the prison, he gripped the pencil as if to snap it.
[ I heard that he made a critical mistake. I don’t know what it was, but I saw Jonathan Riddell Sr. comforting Uncle Dave. ]
Leon asked through clenched teeth.
“Why are you telling me this now after keeping it hidden all this time?”
[ Why? Because, although it wasn’t the case before, now you and I have a common enemy, right? We help each other out. ]
“I don’t know if I’m using you for my revenge or you’re using me for your revenge.”
Leon murmured, then let out a long sigh.
[ Why? Haven’t you caught him yet? ]
“He’s in the camp.”
[ So what’s the problem then? ]
“The problem is you, cunning as a fox.”
His indirect accusation of her for lying about his father’s death made the woman upset.
[ Wow, after all I’ve told you, you frame me like this. If that’s how you thank me, don’t expect my help in the future… ]
Was she doing this out of feeling guilty, or what? The woman’s excited noise, mixed with an unexpected noise, made Leon’s hand hurriedly move, still holding the pencil.
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