Try Begging

Episode 188

Leon Winston had everything except Grace Riddle, and so he was penniless.

He threw the magazine he had just straightened into the blazing fireplace and returned the fountain pen to Pierce. Leon laughed as he walked toward the main entrance of the main building. But he wasn't laughing in the window.

People say he has it all: a noble aristocrat, a respected senator, a great hero, a military commander with enormous power, and a capable businessman. He has achieved all the success a man can hope for in society at a young age.

But those are goals to be achieved, not purposes to have. They are like stopovers on a long journey, and the moment they are achieved, they lose their meaning. There was a meaningful destination in his life.

Leon looked up as he stepped out of the main gate of the main building. A cool breeze blew, and red and yellow fallen leaves fluttered across the cloudless blue sky.

It's fall.

The autumn that had come back when she had suffered from terrible morning sickness, had acted cutely and cruelly while pretending to love him, and had run away with the two faces of a lady and a witch.

It was the season of torture.

He waited for Grace's new torture, sniffing the autumn air like a dog trained to salivate at the sound of a bell.

He envied his past self, who had been resentful of being given the chance to chase after him like throwing a bone to a hungry dog, but never the chance to catch him. Now, he was dying of thirst, not even receiving that fleshy bone.

Grace, throw the bone. Anywhere. Just throw it. You don't want to watch the mad dog chase it and laugh at it.

While he was repeating the same words, his steps naturally led him towards the annex.

After mulling over the conversation they had after the woman ran away countless times, Leon caught one consistent sentiment.

I have no resentment or interest in you anymore.

In that one phone call, the woman said this at the end.

Do you still love me? So you're unhappy?

Even with laughter.

He said he had no resentment, but he left a letter full of resentment. The fact that he left the letter saying it was the last time was proof that he couldn't shake him off.

Daisy, Sally, and Grace Riddle are dead. You killed them.

So forget it.

He told me to forget, but then he blamed me for killing him. He told me to forget, but not to forget.

I hope that even when you're smiling, you suddenly think of me and feel pain, that I won't be stuck inside you like a nail and fall out for the rest of your life.

I'm happy that I'm soon to be your misfortune.

The words were incoherent, like a letter from a schizophrenic. He told me to forget him, but he hoped that I would be unhappy because I couldn't forget him.

Looking back, it was the same in Newport Harbor. I was in a hurry to get away from him, but I stopped and kept spewing out words and actions that would hurt him.

I have no resentment or interest in you anymore.

Don't make me laugh. You reek of resentment and concern.

Grace has a crush on him.

That was the psychology that Leon captured.

It didn't matter if the essence was hatred rather than affection. If it was nothing, it was fortunate that hatred was planted. The only thing Leon could cling to and hope for now was the emotion he wanted to erase from the woman's heart.