Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 241

“Are you Mr. Hawke?”

A beam from a flashlight cut through the darkness.

A man in a military-style overcoat and a trapper hat walked over.

He looked to be in his early fifties, with tanned skin and a face full of wrinkles when he smiled.

This was the village chief, Edmund Fenwick.

“Yes, that’s us!”

Her grandfather hurried forward to greet him.

“Edmund, I’m so sorry to trouble you this late.”

When Mr. Fenwick saw Grace, his eyes visibly lit up.

Wow.

City girls really were something else.

She looked like an angel.

If only his son could marry a woman like her…

Mr. Fenwick’s mind began to churn with ideas.

But he didn’t let it show on his face.

“No trouble at all, not at all! It’s what I should do!”

“Quick, quick, give me the luggage!”

Without another word, Mr. Fenwick snatched the suitcase from Grace’s hand, hoisted it onto his shoulder, and started walking.

“The path is a bit rough, we have a bit of a climb ahead of us.”

“Um… Miss Hart, right? Watch your step!”

Grace was a little taken aback by his forwardness.

“Thank you, Mr. Fenwick.”

This Mr. Fenwick was almost unnervingly friendly.

Could the local people really be this genuine?

The three of them, grandfather, grandmother, and granddaughter, stumbled up the mountain path.

The slope was steep and covered in loose gravel.

Grace’s leg throbbed with pain, and she broke into a cold sweat with every step.

But she didn’t make a sound, gritting her teeth and pushing on.

As Mr. Fenwick led the way, he secretly watched Grace.

The girl looked delicate, but she had a strong backbone.

Half an hour later.

They finally reached an old house on the mountainside.

It was a typical southern stone farmhouse, with gray bricks and black tiles. Though old, it looked sturdy.

The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, a clear sign that no one had lived there for a long time.

“This is the old place.”

Mr. Fenwick set down the luggage and wiped his brow.

“I had someone clean up the main room for you. The bedding is all new, from my place.”

“I also left some rice, flour, and oil for you. It should get you through the night.”

Her grandfather gratefully shook Mr. Fenwick’s hand.

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