Chapter 333 Brian felt a pressing need to learn more about the baby.
As for Louise, he hadnât figured out his plan yet. If Louise accepted the child, great, theyâd be a family. But if not, he wasnât about to abandon his own flesh and blood for her.
The path ahead looked treacherous. It had poured two days ago, leaving it slick with mud. One wrong step and someone could take a tumble.
Grace, though, seemed at home here. Sheâd grown up in these parts and wisely wore shoes with good grip. She navigated the muck with ease.
Brian, on the other hand, wasnât so lucky. Heâd come here for a site inspection, dressed in a suit and shiny black shoes, not the best for navigating mud. Seeing Grace zoom ahead, he struggled to keep up, nearly taking a spill into a nearby pond a few times.
âDid you live in a cave back then? Whyâs it so far out?â he grumbled.
Grace glanced back, catching Brian slipping and sliding like a clown.
Suppressing a laugh, she quickened her pace. After about ten minutes, they reached their destination.
The old house stood with its mud walls, a bold âdangerousâ sign plastered on the wall.
The central roomâs door was locked tight, the key long gone. Grace eyed the rusty lock. Itâd take some effort to open.
Spying a rusty scythe in the adjacent kitchen, Grace had an idea. With it being a wooden door, cutting the lock wouldnât be too hard.
By the time Brian caught up, Grace was wielding the scythe, eyeing the âDangerous Houseâ sign.
Brian hurried over, snatching the tool from her grip.
âWhatâre you doing? Hand it over!â Grace demanded.
âDonât you see how risky this is? This place could collapse any second,â Brian reasoned.
âThis is my childhood home. I need something from inside,â Grace insisted.
Brian surveyed the mud hut, the sort of thing one would only see in movies.
âJust give me the tool,â Grace pressed.
Brian didnât budge, then met her gaze. âIs it really necessary?â
Grace nodded firmly.
âStep back, Iâll handle it,â Brian offered.
Seeing his fine suit and mudâcaked shoes, Grace shook her head âYouâre not suited for this. Do you even know how to use -that thing?â
Without a word, Brian pushed her aside. âJust watch.â
With a swift swing, the scythe struck the lock with a resounding clang. Grace winced. Approaching cautiously, she saw the lock had a sizable dent.
1/2 m 09:58 Sat, Nov 2 Chapter 333 âMaybe I missed. Stand back, Iâll try again,â Brian admitted.
Snatching the scythe, Grace headed into the courtyard, her purpose clear.
She remembered a whetstone lying around somewhere. Digging through the overgrowth, she uncovered it, caked in dirt.
As she sharpened her knife, Brian watched, realizing he was out of his depth in this environment.
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