The man was busy in the study for a day. After having lunch, he hurried into the study again.
He just told her that if there was something that she needed, she could ask servants for it.
Grace was sitting on the promenade outside the manor, watching the gardener picking up flowers and planting in the manor. The sun was good. The sky was blue, and the wind had a faint fragrance of flowers. She was in a trance, as if everything returned to the past.
No one came to bother her. Unknowingly, she fell asleep on the bamboo bench.
Everything was too good to real.
If it could ignore the rigid and straight figure at the end of the promenade, everything would be really good.
At the end of the promenade not far away, the silver-white hair was moving with the wind, but it was unable to conceal the resentment in the muddy old eyes under the gray-white eyebrows.
The old butler supported the pillar with his hand. A pair of old and extremely sinister eyes fixed on the sleeping figure under the promenade...
Crack.
He grabbed the wooden pillar with his fingers, and the blue blood vessels on the back of his hand exposed because of furious. He was not reconciled!
Why was it his Wallis who died?
His daughter was filial and well-behaved. Why was his daughter who died?
With an extremely heavy mood, the old butler quietly walked towards the sleeping woman, and stopped by the bench. His gray-brown eyes were extremely cold and extremely deserted. His eyes move down one inch, one inch and another inch... Then the line of sight suddenly froze and fixed on Grace's face.
"Wake up."
After watching the woman sleeping crookedly on the bench for a long time, he said rigidly, "Wake up."
Grace heard the sound in her dream and woke up. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Sam standing beside her. Her little sleepiness disappeared immediately.
When she opened her mouth and wanted to say something, she suddenly lost her voice... Faced Wallis' father, what could she say?
Protest against an injustice?
Call for injustice?
Maybe this old man didn't want to listen, right?
Apologize?
Regret it?
But!
The woman in front of him had her head lowered.
At this moment, under his excited and angry gaze, Grace who had been silent for a long time slowly raised her head high. Her eyes met the resentful eyes of Sam. What was different from Sam was that Grace’s eyes were clear, clean and upright!
"What are you going to say to me?" ‘Where is the repentance on your face?’
Where?
Why was there no trace of repentance on her face? His daughter was dead!
But he couldn't get the slightest repentance from this woman!
Looking at the vaguely hideous old man in front of her, Grace's calm and unwavering face slowly revealed a chuckle, "Can't Mr. Venus see it? I have already answered you."
She often arched her back, curled up with no temperament or even was a little timid. Now, she straightened her back. She openly faced the resentful expression of Sam. Her black and white eyes were clear and upright! This was Grace's answer!
Can there be any words that could surpass her frank and upright actions at this moment?
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The readers' comments on the novel: I've Been There Before (Grace and Caden)
How can a woman suffer so much? How can a man be too cruel initially robbing her of dignity and all, then deceiving her after he knows he loves her? How can they not remarry, making their offspring illegitimate? The line between love and hatred is truly fine indeed! Thank you for this story....