Try Begging - Chapter 170.2
When sleeping, the child was truly angelic.
“Good girl.”
She hadn’t fussed or woken up on the way here. It was typical for her to sleep soundly in the stroller. How many nights had she struggled to push the stroller to get her to sleep, with her frequent bedtime tantrums?
This troublesome stroll would be the last.
Grace placed a short, light kiss on the tip of the sleeping baby’s nose, then whispered softly.
“Baby, I’m not sending you away because I hate you.”
She stared at her gently closed eyelids. Recently, a faint green hue had begun to appear in her deep blue eyes. Soon enough, they would be a vivid blue like hers.
‘…Why did you have to inherit my burden?’
Still, if she sent him to a regular family, she might live in hiding without being noticed by that man and the remaining Blanchard followers… yet why was she so afraid to do it? She had looked for good homes and turned away from various ones due to minor issues countless times over the past six months.
Finally, on the eve of the year’s last transatlantic crossing, she made her decision.
‘I’ve done more than my duty. The rest is his responsibility.’
At least being his child, that man, who was so self-centered, wouldn’t be cruel to the baby. Perhaps he was the only one who could protect the child from the remaining dark forces.
Because it was Winston.
“Since the father is Leon Winston, the child’s future will be as bright as daylight. Don’t worry.”
Believe that and leave her behind. Don’t break that promise. Even if you break other promises, never break that one.
Soon, the servants would wake and come outside to get the milk. They would bring the baby inside. If they found the letter, they would contact the man.
Even knowing this, Grace’s feet remained glued in front of the stroller. While she was discarding the last traces of that man by eliminating Daisy and Grace Riddle, she found it harder to part with the child than the ring.
As she slipped her right hand into the blanket, she absentmindedly tried to put the pacifier back into the baby’s mouth, then stopped, staring blankly before pocketing it. Noting her flushed cheeks, she wondered if the baby was cold and untangled the scarf from around her neck to wrap it in several layers over the baby’s bonnet.
Seeing the overcast sky, she quickly lowered the stroller’s canopy, if there might be a possible rain.
A faint yellow light settled over the stroller. Looking up, she noticed a light on in one of the attic windows where the servants stayed.
Only then did Grace finally release her grip on the stroller, grab her bag, and back away.
Grace couldn’t take her eyes off the stroller left in the middle of the yard until she reached the back door. She took a deep breath as if trying to suppress something, then suddenly turned and fled outside.
Her footsteps echoed in the empty alley, the only sound breaking the silence.
I’m sorry. Live well.
I’ll live my life. You live yours.
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The sharp razor blade glided smoothly along his jawline. The barber was exceptionally skilled, handling the blade without a hitch, even on the swaying train.
Leaning back comfortably in the chair, Leon turned his gaze out the window while the barber went to fetch a towel to wipe away the shaving cream. The sky was gradually brightening as dawn approached, and he checked his wristwatch, noting that there were about twenty minutes left until they arrived at the central station of the royal capital.
What should he do in the meantime?
Perhaps thanks to last night’s success, he woke up refreshed and free from nightmares for the first time in a while. His mind was clear as he reviewed what needed to be done.
What he wanted to do right away was to make a phone call. However, that was the least useful thing he could do. It was still early, and Campbell wouldn’t have acquired any new information overnight.
He considered heading to the dining car but dismissed the idea.
Breakfast was scheduled to be at the townhouse. He would spend the morning briefly relaxing and reviewing the agenda for the day’s vote. Lunch involved a meal with other legislators, and the rest of the afternoon would be stuck in the parliament.
Staring at the distant, brightening horizon, he let out a soft, dissatisfied groan and rested his forehead in his hand. The fatigue had crept in, making his rest seem futile.
“I’m already bored.”
Leon was certain. He had a monotonous day awaited him.
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