The bad feeling in Grace’s gut grew stronger.
All she wanted now was to get her grandparents out of the Fenwick house immediately.
However, Mr. Fenwick simply pushed Grace back down into her chair.
“Hey, what’s the rush!”
Mr. Fenwick’s smile faded, and his eyes turned cold.
“The night is still young.”
“Calder, take them home.”
“Miss Hart will stay. We’re going to… have a chat.”
A chat?
This late at night, a man and a woman alone, what was there to chat about?
Alarm bells went off in Grace’s head.
“Mr. Fenwick, it’s too late. Whatever it is, we can talk about it tomorrow.”
Grace pulled her grandma up and moved to help her grandpa.
“Calder!” Mr. Fenwick suddenly roared.
Calder immediately shot to his feet.
He hoisted the dead-drunk grandpa over his shoulder with one arm and grabbed Grandma’s arm with the other.
“I’ll take you home!”
Grandma’s face went pale with fright.
“Grace, Grace!”
“Grandma!”
Grace tried to rush forward, but Mr. Fenwick blocked her way.
“Don’t be scared, Miss Hart,” Mr. Fenwick said with a smirk.
“I just want to talk to you about your future life in the village.”
“Look at you, so delicate. You can’t be doing farm work forever, can you?”
“I have an easy job for you, and I wanted to discuss it.”
Just then, Grandpa’s eyes fluttered open, his cloudy old eyes filled with tears.
He looked at Grace, his lips trembling.
“Grace… run…”
But his voice was too faint, drowned out by the rough slam of the door as Calder left.
“Grandpa!”
Grace watched helplessly as her family was taken away.
In the large living room, only she and Mr. Fenwick remained.
An old, faded painting on the wall seemed to watch the scene coldly.

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