Try Begging - Chapter 162.2
She had come to understand most of the anguish and conflicts chronicled in her mother’s diary.
“What should I do with you…”
Grace had been so focused on safely giving birth without being caught by that man that she hadn’t decided what to do with the baby next. She could just give the baby away somewhere. It sounded simple, yet it wasn’t easy at all.
She wanted to ensure a bright and ordinary future for the child, which felt like the least she could do to atone. But the problem was she didn’t know which path would lead to such a future for the child.
There were only three options: send the baby to that man, place the baby in an orphanage, or personally find a suitable family for adoption.
Sending the baby to the man was still an uncertainty. The child was created solely to bind her, and she worried about how he might treat a child who no longer served his purpose. While sending the baby to an orphanage was the easiest option for her, it could be risky for the child.
As Grace tickled the baby’s soft cheek, the baby opened its eyes.
Dark blue.
After seeing the baby’s eye color again, Grace sighed. She remembered reading in her mother’s diary that she had such eyes at birth, too.
This meant the baby’s eyes could also turn turquoise like hers.
If remnants of the Blanchard faction were still reaching into the orphanages, and if the baby ended up in their hands? The mere thought was terrifying.
They would recognize the child as hers and Winston’s from just the eye color. They might use the child for revenge against that man or for negotiations with the royal faction. And the fact that it was a girl, not a boy. She couldn’t let her daughter face the same fate she did.
“What should I really do with you, huh? Tell me, where do you want to go?”
Grace asked the baby.
The baby looked back with unfocused eyes, so light in weight, yet the burden on her heart was immensely heavy.
“Yeah, what would you know?”
The only sensible answer was Grace’s to make.
She would find a good family to raise her.
Even if the baby’s eyes turned turquoise, finding a hidden child among the countless families in the kingdom wouldn’t be easy for that man or the rebels. And the child could live a life, never knowing the truth of being born from hatred and schemes, loved and normal.
Maybe.
It was better than any other path, at least.
Grace soothed the baby in her arms and repeated to herself.
“This is for the best.”
As if trying to convince someone, the man in her head retorted.
“You know my plan already.”
Shut up. You deserve to be unhappy.
On the cold metal table lay a body covered with a white cloth. Although not visible, the body’s size and faint outline indicated it was a woman.
The men gathered around the corpse were silent when a mortuary worker broke the uncomfortable silence.
“This is a mother who died of puerperal fever today at noon. She came to the hospital alone, without a husband or family, and she matched the description in a missing person flyer, so we contacted you…”
The worker trailed off, leading to another awkward silence.
Leon, who had just glanced at the shrouded body, twisted his lips after raising his head, noticing the mortuary staff and Campbell all wore grim faces, like doctors about to deliver a terminal diagnosis.
Why such faces before they even start?
He scoffed and nodded at the worker, signaling to unveil the face, though the worker hesitated, giving him a pitiful look.
“Why look at me like that? The woman under this cloth is…”
Not my woman.
Impatient, Leon uncovered the cloth himself, and what was a terminal diagnosis turned into a death sentence.
“…Grace.”
The moment he saw with his own eyes that Grace’s life had ended, so did his.
This couldn’t be right.
Her turquoise eyes, which had been so full of life, were murky. Knowing this, yet unable to accept it, he stared at her pale, slightly blue-tinted face until Campbell and the worker left the room. Left alone, Leon remained frozen for a long time before he suddenly cracked into a laugh.
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They are both haunted by their own fears in their own dream.
Grace/Daisy is being haunted in her dreams for being caught by Leon.
While Leon is being haunted in his dreams of Grace/Daisy’s death.