CHAPTER 160 DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY TO ME

The man was busy in the study for a day. After having lunch, he hurried into the study again.

He just told her that if there was something that she needed, she could ask servants for it.

Grace was sitting on the promenade outside the manor, watching the gardener picking up flowers and

planting in the manor. The sun was good. The sky was blue, and the wind had a faint fragrance of

flowers. She was in a trance, as if everything returned to the past.

No one came to bother her. Unknowingly, she fell asleep on the bamboo bench.

Everything was too good to real.

If it could ignore the rigid and straight figure at the end of the promenade, everything would be really

good.

At the end of the promenade not far away, the silver-white hair was moving with the wind, but it was

unable to conceal the resentment in the muddy old eyes under the gray-white eyebrows.

The old butler supported the pillar with his hand. A pair of old and extremely sinister eyes fixed on the

sleeping figure under the promenade...

Crack.

He grabbed the wooden pillar with his fingers, and the blue blood vessels on the back of his hand

exposed because of furious. He was not reconciled!

Why was it his Wallis who died?

His daughter was filial and well-behaved. Why was his daughter who died?

With an extremely heavy mood, the old butler quietly walked towards the sleeping woman, and stopped

by the bench. His gray-brown eyes were extremely cold and extremely deserted. His eyes move down

one inch, one inch and another inch... Then the line of sight suddenly froze and fixed on Grace's face.

"Wake up."

After watching the woman sleeping crookedly on the bench for a long time, he said rigidly, "Wake up."

Grace heard the sound in her dream and woke up. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Sam

standing beside her. Her little sleepiness disappeared immediately.

When she opened her mouth and wanted to say something, she suddenly lost her voice... Faced

Wallis' father, what could she say?

Protest against an injustice?

Call for injustice?

Maybe this old man didn't want to listen, right?

Apologize?

Regret it?

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She just lowered her head slowly. Finally, she didn't speak. The old butler looked at the woman in front

of him for a long time... He was waiting for her to speak. He wanted to hear what she would say to him

after three years!

After a long time, Sam didn't hear the woman say anything. The sinner who killed his daughter didn’t

have anything to speak to him.

"Miss Grace, don't you have anything to say to me?"

"..." The silent woman opened her mouth. But she was more silent...What did she say? Apologize?

Faced with anyone, she could say "I'm sorry" frankly which was against her will, because the two words

"I'm sorry" could let her not get severe beating, and could make those men who pressed her head to let

her admit that she was a sinner have selfish satisfaction.

However, the man she faced was Wallis' father...He could never get the two words he wanted from her

mouth in his life!

Never ever!

In the eyes of others, she was too humble which was humble enough to betray everything without any

dignity. She could let others treat her as a clown... Yes, in the eyes of others, she, Grace, was such a

humble person.

"Miss Grace really has nothing to say to me, to Wallis’ father who lost his daughter three years ago?"

Sam was so furious. He shouted at Grace extremely fiercely!

He wanted to take a look. He must take a look the repentance on Grace face!

But!

The woman in front of him had her head lowered.

At this moment, under his excited and angry gaze, Grace who had been silent for a long time slowly

raised her head high. Her eyes met the resentful eyes of Sam. What was different from Sam was that

Grace’s eyes were clear, clean and upright!

"What are you going to say to me?" ‘Where is the repentance on your face?’

Where?

Why was there no trace of repentance on her face? His daughter was dead!

But he couldn't get the slightest repentance from this woman!

Looking at the vaguely hideous old man in front of her, Grace's calm and unwavering face slowly

revealed a chuckle, "Can't Mr. Venus see it? I have already answered you."

She often arched her back, curled up with no temperament or even was a little timid. Now, she

straightened her back. She openly faced the resentful expression of Sam. Her black and white eyes

were clear and upright! This was Grace's answer!

Can there be any words that could surpass her frank and upright actions at this moment?