Try Begging - Chapter 167.1

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“Ugh… heavy.”

The baby, now nearing three months old, had grown rapidly in weight and size, like a snowball rolling down a hill. A stroller would have been essential for carrying such a heavy child, though Grace hadn’t bought one.

She was going to send her off soon, so who needed a stroller?

Sweating in the heat, she wrapped a large shawl around herself and the baby. The little girl, disturbed from a sweet sleep, started to frown and whimper.

“You’re so difficult. I swear I’ll send you off this week.”

Grace sighed deeply as she walked from the tram to the residential area, soothing the irritable baby.

She hadn’t expected raising this child to be so hard. She had been confident in her babysitting skills, having earned pocket money by looking after babies and toddlers at the village nursery as a teenager.

In fact, she had even used those skills to infiltrate an officer’s house as a nanny at around twenty-two and steal classified documents. Her expertise was so convincing that no one had suspected her of not being a real nanny.

So, she had underestimated this baby, not realizing that her father was no easy feat. The baby wasn’t only fussy but also had a sensitive sleep schedule. Even the slightest wetness in the diaper would cause the little girl to wail as if she were falling into a toilet.

Recently, the baby’s increased appetite meant she had started giving formula, though the baby was so picky that anything less than the preferred taste was rejected after just one sip.

“This little devil… so sensitive and finicky, just like her father.”

She was already worried that the baby might be rejected for being too demanding. By then, she might have already left.

“So, try to behave well.”

Grace stopped as she saw the house of the family who wanted to adopt the child.

“Just smile nicely when you get there, okay?”

“Hiing—”

However, the infamous County Winston’s little Miss seemed to have something against the situation, twisting and starting to cry again.

“Look at me, baby.”

As she snapped her fingers to catch the baby’s attention, the little girl, still with tears in her eyes and a pouty lip, started to cry again, so Grace demonstrated a smile.

“See? Smile like this.”

She stretched her mouth into a wide smile. Teaching a three-month-old how to smile seemed absurd, but to her surprise, the baby, with bright blue eyes, suddenly grinned.

“That’s it, good job. You’re beautiful.”

Unintentionally, she pressed her lips to the baby’s forehead, making the baby burst into a happy giggle. Grace hesitated for a moment before casually withdrawing her lips and reiterating her request.

“Smile like this even inside.”

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Grace wiped the sweat from her brow, constantly adjusting her sliding sunglasses as she looked around the living room. The interior was as neat and stylish as the outside.

“It must have been tough carrying the baby all the way out here in this heat. You must be thirsty, so please don’t hesitate to have some.”

The woman sitting across from Grace at the coffee table offered a tall glass of iced tea from a crystal jug.

“Thank you.”

She took a sip of the refreshing iced tea and then scanned the table. In one corner of the long mahogany table was a telephone, and beside it, neatly stacked department store catalogs.

One could tell a wealthy family just from the ice in the glass.

‘…They must have a refrigerator at home.’

The expensive appliance, which would take selling two gold bars to afford, was in the house. Additionally, there was a new sedan parked in the garage when she arrived. So, in terms of wealth, they had already passed the test.

In fact, everything else seemed satisfactory as well.

The sounds of two boys playing with a large dog in the backyard occasionally drifted through the partially open window.

“Try this too.”

The woman cut a cherry tart, which she had clearly baked herself, and offered it to Grace. She also handed a piece to her husband, who took the dessert plate and gave his wife a light kiss on the cheek.

The man in his late thirties, draping his arm around his beautiful wife’s shoulders like it was a habit, seemed like a person who had succeeded both socially and domestically. They looked like an ideal middle-class family straight out of an advertisement.