CHAPTER 132

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“To 1499 Crawford in Brayton… Ah, my name is…”

What she gave to the operator was not her own name but a pseudonym of Nancy’s. She thought that if Jimmy knew it was her, he might avoid the call.

[ What happened? ]

“Jimmy, it’s me.”

Was her concern right?

After hearing Grace’s voice, Jimmy was silent for a moment. The joy of hearing his fiancé’s voice after so long was overshadowed by other emotions for her.

“I have something to ask you.”

Before continuing, she closed her eyes tightly. Winston’s distressingly pitiful face flickered in the darkness.

“Your fiancé ordered you to commit suicide.”

She asked with a voice trembling from suppressed outrage and fear.

“Is it true you sent cyanide and ordered me to commit suicide?”

[ …I’m sorry. ]

Grace fought back the tears that threatened to spill. Her heart ached more than her lips, which she bit down on forcefully. That man’s words were true. She wanted to believe them to be a despicable lie, but she could no longer do so.

No, Jimmy must have had no other choice, no other way…

[ I had no choice either. ]

…But how dare he say that?

Grace bit her lips even harder, this time filled with a completely different emotion from before.

[ Sitting in this position, you know there are times when difficult and sometimes ruthless decisions must be made. Do you think it was easy for me to send that to you? Still… ]

“Did you even try to save me?”

She couldn’t contain her anger and asked.

[ Of course, I thought about it… ]

“I’m not asking about your thoughts, but what you did!”

The only answer she got was silence.

How… how could he do this to her? Amid the painful silence, a sob leaked through her clenched, pale lips.

“Are you, huh, embarrassed that I’m alive?”

Grace fully understood why Nancy’s initial reaction to her being alive felt so uncomfortable. Her return wasn’t welcome, instead, it was a burden.

[ It’s not like that… ]

“Are you disappointed because I didn’t follow your order? It’s not that I didn’t, but I couldn’t. Winston intercepted it.”

‘…Telling me not to die.’

“How can the devil try to save me while my fiancé wants me dead?”

The devil who risked everything he had to keep her alive seemed almost angelic in comparison. A long sigh came through the receiver.

[ Grace, when you say it like that, it makes me sound worse than that guy… ]

Grace scoffed instead of sobbing.

Could she really say that wasn’t the case? At least that devil knew he was evil. A devil recognized by all and someone who pretended to be an angel, cloaking evil deeds with the guise of goodness.

Was there a difference between the two?

[ To be honest… ]

Jimmy lowered his voice to a whisper.

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