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bang.

The bullet grazed the chandelier hanging above Leon's head, sending shattering crystals showering down.

"already...."

He couldn't bring himself to say the word "crazy woman." Leon swallowed his anger and shouted as he chased after the woman who was backing away to the end of the hallway.

"Are you thinking about shooting a gun in front of a child?"

Regardless of what he accused her of, Grace continued to fire her gun around him, holding the baby's head covered with a blanket with one hand and covering his ears.

Grace Riddle, it turned out, was a sharpshooter. Every single one of them missed. The woman even aimed at angles that would not miss him even if the bullets bounced off the ceiling or floor.

Look at this. You have no intention of killing me.

As I approached calmly and cautiously, as if I were approaching a timid squirrel, Grace suddenly turned around, opened the door at the end of the hallway, and ran out onto the aft deck.

bang!

"Whoa!"

The chase on the deck didn't last long. The crazy woman shot into the air to try to shake him off. The panicked passengers rushed toward him, trying to escape inside. When I pushed through the crowd, I saw Grace, like Cinderella, disappearing without a trace, leaving behind only one shoe.

"under...."

That vicious woman who ran away hugging the heavy chains after putting Ira in chains.

Leon picked up the reddish-brown shoes that were left behind and let out a sigh of relief. In the past, he would have been furious, but he could only laugh in vain.

I guess I don't have to ask if you're healthy.

Leon looked down the deck railing, trying to figure out where Grace might have run off to. The dock, which had been quite deserted just a moment ago, was now teeming with passengers like ants, leaving no room to stand.

I wanted to believe that it was because boarding had been halted, but only three doors were closed. Passengers were still lining up to enter the other three doors.

"Major!"

Leon shouted at Campbell, who was running up the stairs in the middle of the deck when he heard the gunshots nearby.

"Close the door now!"

"ha...."

Grace, who was running frantically down an unknown hallway, stopped when she saw a guide map.

Exit. Where is the nearest exit from here?

His gaze, scanning the guide map, occasionally glanced anxiously left and right in the hallway. It wasn't just because of revenge that he couldn't be caught like this again.

You like conversation. Your acting skills have improved.

The madman who now pretends to be normal will surely lock her up again if he catches her. He might even make her pregnant again to prevent her from escaping. What's even more terrifying is the fact that he might take away the child she's already attached to. That would be the only way to tame Grace.

That's not possible. Absolutely not.

I rocked the baby, panting heavily. Underneath the blanket, the baby continued to suck on my finger.

Go down one more floor and to the left... .

As soon as she figured out the nearest exit, Grace turned to the left where the stairs were and smiled.

idiot.

I couldn't believe I was being fooled by such a trivial trick. It was laughable.

On the one hand, it was unexpected. The man who had been holding on to the baby with the determination to die rather than let her go even when threatened with a gun or punched her, immediately broke away as soon as she shouted that the baby was not breathing.

Do you even have affection for the child?

Grace snorted as she checked around the corner leading to the stairwell.

I haven't even seen her once. She was created as a means to an end. As if advertising it, that man grabbed Grace and tried to kiss her before trying to see her.

Where is your affection for Ellie? You must have lusted after me. And yet you pretend to be a good father.

"Are you thinking about shooting a gun in front of a child?"

How dare you lecture me, who raised this child on my own for 15 months, even though I did nothing for him.

"Then tell me just one thing. What must I do to earn your forgiveness?"

And how dare he ask for forgiveness? It was Winston's way of being shameless, but that arrogant man wanted 'forgiveness' in the first place. Oh my, I thought my ears were broken.

As I was gritting my teeth and going down the stairs, my eyes met with a man running up from downstairs. He was the man's subordinate who had been watching Grace from the front of the guest room.

"Don't come near me!"

Grace quickly pulled a pistol out of her pocket and aimed it under my chin. She calculated that their weaknesses would be the same then as now.

"To the corner. Turn around."

The man stopped walking, but did not follow Grace's instructions to turn around at the corner of the landing. Judging from the lack of embarrassment on his face, he seemed to think that she would not kill herself in front of a child over something like this. His thoughts were correct.

But I couldn't just shoot that guy for something like this. No matter how quickly I thought about it, I couldn't see any way out, so I was just getting impatient.

"Please go quietly and don't make a fuss."

The man spoke with a pitiful tone and took a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket.

"Really, haha, I have no luck... ."

Grace pretended to give up and held out the gun to the man. Without any suspicion, the man approached her, snatched the gun from her, put it in his back pocket, and walked over to her.

Crunch.

As one handcuff was placed on her right wrist, Grace swung her fist at the unsuspecting man's face.

"Ugh... ."

The man was hit not only with his fists, but also with the other handcuffs that were dangling from his wrists. As soon as the man's eyes were shut tightly, Grace kicked him between his legs with her shin.

"evil!"

The man screamed and belatedly wrapped both hands around his legs before collapsing to the floor.

Yeah, doesn't the baby's mom look easy?

Grace quickly pulled the pistol from the bastard's pocket and ran down the stairs. She turned to the left and flung open the door at the end of the hallway, letting out the sound of cutting and the smell of food.

"Oh, it's difficult for you to come in here."

I ran in without hesitation, and the assistant chef who was chopping onions at a nearby kitchen counter shouted.

"I'm sorry! The baby is sick!"

You might wonder why she would look for a doctor in the kitchen, but usually no one would stop her if she shouted like this. Grace took the shortcut and went out into the hallway in one breath.

The corridors were crowded with porters and passengers, as if the entrance was right in front of them. Grace squeezed her way through the crowd and turned a corner, relieved. The wide-open door was just ten steps away.

"Oh, yes! I'll close it right now!"

The moment the sailor, who had been holding the phone next to the door, shouted and hung up, Grace ran to the door.

"Just a moment!"

The sailor, apparently not hearing Grace's cries, began to close the heavy iron gate, blocking anyone trying to come up the ramp.

"I'm going out! The baby is sick!"

Only then did the man who had half-closed the door stop. Grace pushed him aside and squeezed through the gap in the door to get out. There was a tight line of passengers waiting to board the ship on the ramp leading to the dock, but when she shouted that her baby was sick, everyone stepped aside to make room for Grace.

Just when I thought I had almost escaped the man, I looked down at the dock from about halfway up the ramp and made eye contact with someone, and realized I was still nowhere to be found.

A man smoking a cigarette at the entrance to the departure hall stopped when he saw Grace, his eyes widening. He immediately crushed his cigarette against the wall and started to make his way through the bustling crowd, so my hunch that he was one of Winston's subordinates was correct.

As soon as Grace ran down the ramp, she took off her conspicuous colored hat and blended into the dense crowd. She bowed her head and prayed inwardly so as not to be noticed by her pursuers.

'Ellie, please be quiet. Be good.'

The moment Ellie screamed, it was over. Grace, who had been carefully pushing through the crowds, deliberately choosing only densely packed areas, and heading toward the cargo warehouse, jumped between the crookedly parked cars.

She crouched down behind a sedan for a moment, then poked her head out over the window sill. The man stood in front of the ramp, asked the sailor something, then stood up on tiptoe and began to look around. The moment the man turned his head in this direction, she lowered her head.

"Oh, it's hard."

Grace rested her arms and head on the wheel hanging from the back of the car, catching her breath for a moment. Her whole body was drenched in sweat. Even her sweater was soaking wet on the side where the child was clinging to her.

"Aren't you hot?"

As I opened the collar of the coat covering the child and tried to throw back the blanket, a sudden thought occurred to me and my heart skipped a beat. I was thankful that she didn't make a sound, but it was too quiet.

"Baby, it's okay... ."

I hastily pulled down the knot of the blanket that was pressing down on my shoulders. The moment Ellie, who had been burying her head in my arms, slowly raised her head, Grace was speechless.

bang.

The bullet grazed the chandelier hanging above Leon's head, sending shattering crystals showering down.

"already...."

He couldn't bring himself to say the word "crazy woman." Leon swallowed his anger and shouted as he chased after the woman who was backing away to the end of the hallway.

"Are you thinking about shooting a gun in front of a child?"

Regardless of what he accused her of, Grace continued to fire her gun around him, holding the baby's head covered with a blanket with one hand and covering his ears.

Grace Riddle, it turned out, was a sharpshooter. Every single one of them missed. The woman even aimed at angles that would not miss him even if the bullets bounced off the ceiling or floor.

Look at this. You have no intention of killing me.

As I approached calmly and cautiously, as if I were approaching a timid squirrel, Grace suddenly turned around, opened the door at the end of the hallway, and ran out onto the aft deck.

bang!

"Whoa!"

The chase on the deck didn't last long. The crazy woman shot into the air to try to shake him off. The panicked passengers rushed toward him, trying to escape inside. When I pushed through the crowd, I saw Grace, like Cinderella, disappearing without a trace, leaving behind only one shoe.

"under...."

That vicious woman who ran away hugging the heavy chains after putting Ira in chains.

Leon picked up the reddish-brown shoes that were left behind and let out a sigh of relief. In the past, he would have been furious, but he could only laugh in vain.

I guess I don't have to ask if you're healthy.

Leon looked down the deck railing, trying to figure out where Grace might have run off to. The dock, which had been quite deserted just a moment ago, was now teeming with passengers like ants, leaving no room to stand.

I wanted to believe that it was because boarding had been halted, but only three doors were closed. Passengers were still lining up to enter the other three doors.

"Major!"

Leon shouted at Campbell, who was running up the stairs in the middle of the deck when he heard the gunshots nearby.

"Close the door now!"

"ha...."

Grace, who was running frantically down an unknown hallway, stopped when she saw a guide map.

Exit. Where is the nearest exit from here?

His gaze, scanning the guide map, occasionally glanced anxiously left and right in the hallway. It wasn't just because of revenge that he couldn't be caught like this again.

You like conversation. Your acting skills have improved.

The madman who now pretends to be normal will surely lock her up again if he catches her. He might even make her pregnant again to prevent her from escaping. What's even more terrifying is the fact that he might take away the child she's already attached to. That would be the only way to tame Grace.

That's not possible. Absolutely not.

I rocked the baby, panting heavily. Underneath the blanket, the baby continued to suck on my finger.

Go down one more floor and to the left... .

As soon as she figured out the nearest exit, Grace turned to the left where the stairs were and smiled.

idiot.

I couldn't believe I was being fooled by such a trivial trick. It was laughable.

On the one hand, it was unexpected. The man who had been holding on to the baby with the determination to die rather than let her go even when threatened with a gun or punched her, immediately broke away as soon as she shouted that the baby was not breathing.

Do you even have affection for the child?

Grace snorted as she checked around the corner leading to the stairwell.

I haven't even seen her once. She was created as a means to an end. As if advertising it, that man grabbed Grace and tried to kiss her before trying to see her.

Where is your affection for Ellie? You must have lusted after me. And yet you pretend to be a good father.

"Are you thinking about shooting a gun in front of a child?"

How dare you lecture me, who raised this child on my own for 15 months, even though I did nothing for him.

"Then tell me just one thing. What must I do to earn your forgiveness?"

And how dare he ask for forgiveness? It was Winston's way of being shameless, but that arrogant man wanted 'forgiveness' in the first place. Oh my, I thought my ears were broken.

As I was gritting my teeth and going down the stairs, my eyes met with a man running up from downstairs. He was the man's subordinate who had been watching Grace from the front of the guest room.

"Don't come near me!"

Grace quickly pulled a pistol out of her pocket and aimed it under my chin. She calculated that their weaknesses would be the same then as now.

"To the corner. Turn around."

The man stopped walking, but did not follow Grace's instructions to turn around at the corner of the landing. Judging from the lack of embarrassment on his face, he seemed to think that she would not kill herself in front of a child over something like this. His thoughts were correct.

But I couldn't just shoot that guy for something like this. No matter how quickly I thought about it, I couldn't see any way out, so I was just getting impatient.

"Please go quietly and don't make a fuss."

The man spoke with a pitiful tone and took a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket.

"Really, haha, I have no luck... ."

Grace pretended to give up and held out the gun to the man. Without any suspicion, the man approached her, snatched the gun from her, put it in his back pocket, and walked over to her.

Crunch.

As one handcuff was placed on her right wrist, Grace swung her fist at the unsuspecting man's face.

"Ugh... ."

The man was hit not only with his fists, but also with the other handcuffs that were dangling from his wrists. As soon as the man's eyes were shut tightly, Grace kicked him between his legs with her shin.

"evil!"

The man screamed and belatedly wrapped both hands around his legs before collapsing to the floor.

Yeah, doesn't the baby's mom look easy?

Grace quickly pulled the pistol from the bastard's pocket and ran down the stairs. She turned to the left and flung open the door at the end of the hallway, letting out the sound of cutting and the smell of food.

"Oh, it's difficult for you to come in here."

I ran in without hesitation, and the assistant chef who was chopping onions at a nearby kitchen counter shouted.

"I'm sorry! The baby is sick!"

You might wonder why she would look for a doctor in the kitchen, but usually no one would stop her if she shouted like this. Grace took the shortcut and went out into the hallway in one breath.

The corridors were crowded with porters and passengers, as if the entrance was right in front of them. Grace squeezed her way through the crowd and turned a corner, relieved. The wide-open door was just ten steps away.

"Oh, yes! I'll close it right now!"

The moment the sailor, who had been holding the phone next to the door, shouted and hung up, Grace ran to the door.

"Just a moment!"

The sailor, apparently not hearing Grace's cries, began to close the heavy iron gate, blocking anyone trying to come up the ramp.

"I'm going out! The baby is sick!"

Only then did the man who had half-closed the door stop. Grace pushed him aside and squeezed through the gap in the door to get out. There was a tight line of passengers waiting to board the ship on the ramp leading to the dock, but when she shouted that her baby was sick, everyone stepped aside to make room for Grace.

Just when I thought I had almost escaped the man, I looked down at the dock from about halfway up the ramp and made eye contact with someone, and realized I was still nowhere to be found.

A man smoking a cigarette at the entrance to the departure hall stopped when he saw Grace, his eyes widening. He immediately crushed his cigarette against the wall and started to make his way through the bustling crowd, so my hunch that he was one of Winston's subordinates was correct.

As soon as Grace ran down the ramp, she took off her conspicuous colored hat and blended into the dense crowd. She bowed her head and prayed inwardly so as not to be noticed by her pursuers.

'Ellie, please be quiet. Be good.'

The moment Ellie screamed, it was over. Grace, who had been carefully pushing through the crowds, deliberately choosing only densely packed areas, and heading toward the cargo warehouse, jumped between the crookedly parked cars.

She crouched down behind a sedan for a moment, then poked her head out over the window sill. The man stood in front of the ramp, asked the sailor something, then stood up on tiptoe and began to look around. The moment the man turned his head in this direction, she lowered her head.

"Oh, it's hard."

Grace rested her arms and head on the wheel hanging from the back of the car, catching her breath for a moment. Her whole body was drenched in sweat. Even her sweater was soaking wet on the side where the child was clinging to her.

"Aren't you hot?"

As I opened the collar of the coat covering the child and tried to throw back the blanket, a sudden thought occurred to me and my heart skipped a beat. I was thankful that she didn't make a sound, but it was too quiet.

"Baby, it's okay... ."

I hastily pulled down the knot of the blanket that was pressing down on my shoulders. The moment Ellie, who had been burying her head in my arms, slowly raised her head, Grace was speechless.