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Hunted 118

    <b>Chapter </b><b>118 </b>


    <b><i>Grd’s </i></b><b><i>POV</i></b><b>: </b>


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    Mr. Christiansen gave his wife a puzzling look before smiling. Turning to me, he bowed


    slightly.


    <i>“</i><i>Grd</i><b><i>, </i></b><i>it’s </i><i>a </i><i>pleasure </i><i>to </i><i>meet </i><i>you</i><i>. </i>I’m <i>Theodore </i><i>Christiansen</i>. <i>Most </i><i>people </i><i>address </i><i>me </i><i>as </i><i>Lord </i><i>Christiansen</i>, <i>BUT</i><i>, </i><i>if </i><i>you’re </i><i>a </i><i>friend </i>of <i>my </i><i>love’s </i><i>please</i><i>…</i><i>call </i><i>me </i><i>Theo</i>.”


    Theo looked at Ma with the most loving eyes. I found myself feeling slightly embarrassed for witnessing such an intimate moment. Finally, Ma turned back to me.


    <i>“</i><i>Grd-</i><i>” </i>


    <i>“Gracie</i><i>, </i><i>please </i><i>call </i><i>me </i><i>Gracie</i><i>. </i>


    Ma smiled brightly.


    <i>“</i><i>Gracie</i><i>, </i><i>I </i><i>believe </i><i>your </i><i>clothing </i><i>also </i><i>got </i><i>wet</i><i>, </i><i>please</i><i>, </i><i>allow </i><i>us </i><i>to </i><i>provide </i><i>you </i><i>with </i><i>some </i><i>clean </i><i>clothes</i>. <i>Afterwards</i><i>, </i><i>we’ll </i><i>meet </i><i>you </i><i>in </i><i>the </i><i>dining </i><i>hall</i>.<i>” </i>


    I nodded inpliance, as I made my way to the guest room, I was inplete


    amazement of how beautiful their home was. Two maids escorted me to what was


    supposed to be a walk in closet. I’ve seen boutiques smaller than this closet. After I settled in, the maids informed me they would return in 30 minutes. I pulled out me phone


    to check the time.


    ‘<i>Shit</i><i>, </i><i>it </i><i>was </i><i>already </i><i>after </i><i>8.</i>‘


    The Rochesters didn’t care a great deal about me, but I knew if I strode in well after midnight there would be a barrage of questions and usations. I decided to call my best friend Joellie. Whenever I visit my mother’s grave, if it got tote, I would have her cover for me by saying I stayed with her. She was one of the few people that knew the truth about my family.


    “<i>Hey</i><i>, </i><i>hey </i><idy</i><i>!</i><i>” </i>


    “<i>Hey</i><i>. </i><i>You </i><i>busy</i>?”


    <b>O </b>


    O


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    <i>“</i><i>Nope</i><i>, </i><i>just </i>got <i>back </i><i>from </i><i>dinner </i><i>with </i><i>the </i><i>family</i>. <i>What’s </i><i>up</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>


    <i>“</i><i>Can </i><i>you </i><i>cover </i><i>for </i>me<i>?</i><i>” </i>


    “Went <i>to </i><i>see </i><i>your </i><i>mom</i><i>?</i>”


    <i>“</i><i>Yup</i>.”


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    <i>“</i><i>Sure </i>thing<i>! </i>I’ll <i>tell </i><i>me </i><i>family </i><i>too </i><i>so </i><i>we’re </i><i>all </i><i>on </i><i>the </i><i>same page</i><i>! </i><i>What </i><i>time </i><i>will </i><i>you </i><i>be </i><i>home </i>


    <i>tomorrow</i>?”


    <i>“</i><i>Um</i>, <i>about </i>1pm, <i>no </i><iter </i><i>than </i><i>2pm</i>.<i>” </i>


    <i>“</i><i>Cool</i><i>! </i><i>That’s </i><i>good </i><i>too </i><i>because </i><i>we’re </i><i>at </i><i>our </i><i>vacation </i><i>house</i><i>, </i><i>so </i><i>you </i><i>can </i><i>just </i><i>say </i><i>that </i><i>you </i><i>stayed </i><i>the </i><i>night </i><i>with </i><i>me </i><i>there</i><i>!</i><i>” </i>


    Oh!! That was even better! The Martin’s vacation home was about an hour outside of


    Kingston, so it would make perfect sense if I stayed the night.


    “<i>Thank </i><i>you </i><i>Joe</i><i>! </i><i>I </i><i>love </i><i>you</i><i>!</i><i>” </i>


    <i>“</i><i>Love </i><i>you </i><i>too</i>! <i>Tell </i><i>your </i><i>mom </i><i>hello </i>for <i>me </i><i>and </i>kiss <i>her </i><i>picture</i><i>! </i>


    <i>“</i><i>I </i><i>will</i><i>!</i><i>” </i>


    I smiled brightly as I hung up with Joe. She was the best friend anyone could ask for. I met her when I first moved to Kingston. She was one of the few people NOTpletely


    snowed by Olivia. We’ve been best friends ever since.


    As I finished getting dressed, I settled on this pretty but simple violet sundress. After


    looking once more in the mirror, I decided I looked good enough. As I walked out of the


    mini shopping store, Ma was sitting on a chair, startled, I stepped backwards almost


    falling. Suddenly, a gentleman caught my fall. After helping me back to my feet, Ma


    stood up with an apologetic look on her face.


    <i>“</i><i>I’m </i><i>sorry </i><i>Gracie</i><i>, </i><i>I </i><i>didn’t </i><i>mean </i><i>to </i><i>startle </i><i>you</i>. <i>Are </i><i>you </i><i>alright</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>


    <i>“</i><i>Oh</i><i>, </i><i>no </i><i>worries</i>! <i>I’m </i><i>fine! </i><i>Thank </i><i>you</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>


    <i>I </i><i>didn’t </i><i>want </i><i>her </i><i>to </i><i>worry </i><i>about </i><i>me</i><i>; </i><i>I </i><i>got </i><i>the </i><i>feeling </i><i>her </i><i>day </i><i>had </i><i>already </i><i>been </i><i>rough</i>. <i>Smiling</i>, <i>she </i><i>asked </i><i>her </i><i>bodyguard </i><i>to </i><i>leave </i><i>the room </i><i>for </i>a <i>moment</i><i>. </i>


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    After closing the door, Ma asked for me to sit on the couch with her.<fnb0b1> Official source is </fnb0b1>


    <i>“</i><i>I </i><i>wanted </i><i>to </i><i>speak </i><i>with </i><i>you </i><i>before </i><i>dinner</i><i>.</i>”


    <i>“</i><i>Oh</i><i>, </i><i>okay</i><i>.</i>”


    For some reason, she looked at me as if she knew me. There was a softness in her eyes that almost looked relieved.


    Weird.


    <i>“</i><i>Your </i><i>mother</i><i>, </i><i>she </i><i>was </i><i>Diana </i><i>Teagues</i>?<b>” </b>


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    My eyes widen. Shit!! Why did I say my real name! After I reunited with my biological family, Sharon ordered me never to tell anyone my adoptive name or about my adoptive mother. She was too embarrassed that her child had been taken.


    Ma caught the panic in my eyes and held her hands up.


    <i>“</i><i>Rx </i><i>Gracie</i><i>, </i><i>I’m </i><i>not </i><i>here </i><i>to </i><i>judge</i>.<i>” </i>


    <i>“</i><i>I’m </i><i>not </i><i>sure </i><i>why </i><i>your </i><i>mother </i><i>did </i><i>what </i><i>she </i><i>did</i><i>, </i><i>but it </i><i>seems </i><i>she </i><i>loved </i><i>you </i><i>very </i><i>much</i><i>.</i><b>” </b>


    I smiled slightly. I was d she didn’t speak ill of my mother.


    <i>“</i>Also, <i>my </i><i>condolences</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>


    I nodded my head, it was nice to hear someone else acknowledge my mom.


    <i>“</i><i>Well</i><i>, </i><i>now </i><i>that </i><i>we’ve </i><i>got </i><i>the </i><i>formalities </i><i>out </i><i>the </i><i>way</i><i>. </i><i>You </i><i>are </i><i>aware </i><i>of </i><i>who </i><i>I </i><i>am</i><i>, </i><i>correct</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>


    I nodded my head. Everyone knew who the Christiansen Family was, even a country bumpkin like me. Ma smiled.


    “<i>Then </i><i>you </i><i>know </i><i>about </i><i>my </i><i>son</i><i>, </i><i>Kai </i><i>He’s </i><i>in </i>a <ia</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>


    That much I didn’t know.


    <i>“</i><i>I’m sorry </i><i>ma’am</i><i>, </i><i>I </i><i>just </i><i>knew </i><i>you </i><i>and </i><i>your </i><i>husband </i><i>had </i><i>a </i><i>son </i>and <i>daughter</i><i>, </i><i>but </i><i>not </i><i>the </i><i>basics </i><i>and </i><i>certainly </i><i>not </i><i>that </i><i>he </i><i>was </i><iatose</i>. <i>I’m </i>so <i>sorry </i><i>to </i><i>hear </i><i>that</i><i>!</i><i>” </i>


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    林家 31%


    Ma’s brows furrowed. For her, that was interesting. Most families, especially families of high society, made sure their children learned everything possible about the


    Christiansens. If you had daughter it was so you could marry the son and if you has sons it was so you could be his best friend or marry his sister. The Rochesters weren’t exempt


    from that, I was.


    “Hmm. <i>I </i><i>see</i>. <i>Yes</i><i>, </i><i>my </i><i>son </i><i>was </i><i>in </i><i>a </i><i>bad </i><i>car </i><i>ident </i><i>several </i><i>months </i>ago<i>, </i>it’s <i>rendered </i><i>him </i><iatose</i><i>. </i><i>The </i><i>doctors </i><i>can’t say </i><i>for </i><i>sure </i><i>when </i><i>or </i><i>even </i><i>if </i><i>he’ll </i><i>ever </i><i>wake </i><i>up</i>.<i>” </i>


    I could see her eyes began to swell as they fill with tears. Without thinking, I gently


    grabbed her hand. I just wanted to give her somefort. As she looked up at me, tears


    fell down her face as she smiled.


    “<i>Thank </i><i>you </i><i>my </i><i>dear</i><i>, </i>I’m <i>sorry</i><i>.</i>”


    “<i>Oh</i><i>, </i><i>no </i><i>please </i><i>don’t-</i>”


    <i>“</i><i>When </i><i>you </i><i>saw </i><i>me </i><i>earlier</i><i>, </i><i>I </i><i>had </i><i>contemted </i><i>just </i><i>going </i><i>into </i><i>the </i><i>ocean</i>. <i>But </i><i>then</i>, <i>you </i><i>started </i><i>ying </i><i>your </i><i>violin </i><i>and </i><i>it </i><i>made </i><i>me </i><i>think </i><i>of </i><i>my son</i><i>. </i><i>I </i><i>thought </i><i>about </i><i>how </i><i>sad </i><i>he </i><i>would </i><i>be </i><i>if </i><i>he </i><i>woke </i><i>up </i><i>and </i><i>I </i><i>was no </i><i>longer </i><i>here </i><i>because </i><i>I </i><i>was </i><i>too </i><i>weak </i><i>to </i><i>be </i><i>strong </i><i>for </i><i>him</i><i>. </i>


    ??


    I could feel my eyes starting to water, I could rte to this so well. The feeling of not wanting to go on because the most important person in your life is now gone.


    “So, <i>I </i><i>want </i><i>to </i><i>thank </i><i>you</i><i>. </i><i>Thank </i><i>you </i><i>for </i><iing </i><i>to </i><i>rescue </i><i>me </i><i>by </i><i>reminding </i><i>me </i>of <i>my </i><i>son</i><i>.</i><b><i>” </i></b>


    She said thosest words with such resolve. Although I was confused, I epted her thanks. As long as it saved her I didn’t care about the optics.


    “<i>So</i>, <i>I’d </i><i>like </i><i>to </i><i>repay </i><i>you </i><i>for </i><i>that</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>


    Confused.


    <i>“</i><i>Um</i><i>, </i><i>Ma</i><i>, </i><i>I </i><i>thought </i><i>that’s </i><i>what </i><i>the </i><i>dinner-</i><i>” </i>


    “<i>Oh </i><i>no</i>. <i>The </i><i>dinner </i><i>was </i><i>for </i><i>that </i><i>lovely </i><i>piece </i><i>you </i><i>yed</i>. <i>No</i>, <i>the </i><i>gift </i><i>I </i><i>would </i>like <i>to </i><i>provide </i><i>you </i><i>for </i><i>saving </i><i>my </i><i>life</i><i>…</i><i>is </i><i>my </i><i>son’s </i><i>hand </i><i>in </i><i>marriage</i>.<i>” </i>


    WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


    !!!!!!!!!!!


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    “Burn those who burned me!”
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