Try Begging

Episode 157

"Fuck...."

Frustration.

The devil buried his face in his hands, his expression clearly showing his pain, and looked frustrated.

Wouldn't it be lucky for the author if the enemy he had trampled on in revenge helped him completely get revenge and disappeared forever?

'But why on earth are you so desperate to find it?'

From the moment the author brought up Grace's story, the absurd suspicions that had been sprouting slowly grew into certainty.

The diary should have been burned after Grace saw it. Jo glared at the back of Winston's head for taking away her mother's belongings under the ridiculous pretext of confiscating evidence.

He was leaning against a black sedan parked on the dirt road while the soldiers finished searching the house. He seemed lost in thought, staring off into the distance into the field. He looked like a lost man.

"I know that too."

Joe suddenly remembered the author's curt remark a moment ago. It wasn't a conventional response to something you don't like to hear. Winston acted as if he knew Grace's childhood.

Joe, who was sitting in a worn-out rocking chair by the front door, took out a cigarette and walked over to Winston.

"Tell me what's going on."

He was loitering around in front of him, smoking a cigarette as if he were watching monkeys at a zoo, when he blurted out something as if he found it annoying. Only then did Joe ask the question that completely changed his suspicion into certainty.

"I guess you met Grace when you were young?"

Winston glared at him for a moment instead of answering, then turned his gaze back to the fields. Not denying something was admitting it.

"I asked about it after I got back from Abington Beach. Where? How? Surely adults wouldn't have had a secret meeting with their children."

"You say disgusting things so casually," Leon replied curtly, narrowing his eyes.

"Back then, that woman didn't know the rules of the outside world. She would come to other people's villas and play on the beach, and she would sit on a tree and steal glances at my face."

"Ah... I guess I have a weakness for blonde guys who look like that guy."

Leon let out a short laugh, finding it funny that he had to belittle it by saying it was 'worth watching'.

"So the person you were chasing after was the son of the target of the conspiracy. Anyway, that guy... "

The woman's older brother muttered to himself and then laughed while putting a bad-smelling, low-quality cigarette in his mouth.

"So, this is your unforgettable first love?"

It was a ridiculous question. As if even I, the one asking the question, thought it was ridiculous.

Why is it so absurd?

Everything about him was extremely unpleasant, from his rude attitude of digging up extremely personal things to his disdainful sneer.

"Ha, I wondered why you were so obsessed with my younger sister, the daughter of your enemy and foe. Then I found out that there was a reason for that. So you ruined your already ruined first love even more with revenge? It's really a shame."

Leon glared at the arrogant man, then closed his eyes tightly and pressed his throbbing temples with his hands.

"You two are really good at getting on my nerves."