Chapter 763 Accompanying Her Together 2
Quentin reluctantly pursed his lips.
Not just his expression, his whole body language screamed resistance.
"Grace, are you sure you want to take this?" Quentin's face couldn't hide his disdain.
Grace, however, was unfazed. She had a tough childhood, so she had endured worse. Then, she had encountered worse conditions on set, so this didn't bother her at all.
On the contrary, she felt a glimmer of hope, finally not having to rely on her legs to walk.
"The old man is coming soon, so I'll go flag down the car."
Grace said, ready to go, but Quentin grabbed her. "How about we wait a bit longer?"
"Quentin, do you not want to take it?"
"To be honest, I don't want to."
"Alright then!"
Grace didn't insist.
The two held hands and continued walking.
But the mountain road was too rugged, and the map showed it would take an hour to get there.
They walked for another twenty minutes, only to find that the arrival time hadn't changed at all.
Grace couldn't walk any further, and more importantly, she had blisters on her feet, making every step painful.
Quentin, feeling sorry for her, offered to carry her.
"No way, your body isn't fully recovered yet. I absolutely can't let you get exhausted."
In the end, they couldn't walk any further and found a shady spot to sit down.
During this time, Quentin asked her, "Didn't you already find Beth's mom? Why didn't you have someone bring her out from such a place?"
"I did, but she refused to leave, no matter what. I couldn't force her."
Grace said, feeling a deep sense of melancholy, "Besides, Beth left to save me. Coming here personally shows my sincerity. Compared to Beth sacrificing herself to save me, this hardship is nothing."
"It's just that I haven't walked on mountain roads for a long time, so it's a bit hard to adapt. It's okay, I can do it."
Quentin was infected by her optimism, holding her hand, and they resolutely continued forward.
"Luckily, I came with you, otherwise, I'd be worried." Quentin sighed as they walked.
After walking for a while, Grace finally saw another cart being pulled by an ox.
Instantly, she saw hope.
However, thinking of Quentin's attitude, she hesitated.
"Should we take it?" she asked.
This time, Quentin was straightforward, "Let's take it."
Grace's dusty, tiny face immediately lit up with a smile. "Alright, I'll go right away."
With her cute and lovable face, Grace quickly got the old man, Zane Brooks, to agree to let them ride his cart.
Then Grace vigorously waved at Quentin.
Finally, Zane drove the ox in front, and Quentin and Grace sat on the cart at the back.
To call it a cart was generous; it was just wooden planks pieced together, barely enough to sit on or carry some things.
"Grace, why do I feel like there's a smell on this cart?"
Sniffing around, Quentin suddenly asked.
Grace was about to ask Zane when Zane cheerfully spoke up from the front, "Young man, you have a keen nose. This cart carried some stuff from the cattle and pig pens."
"But don't worry, that was a few days ago. I've washed it several times with water."
As soon as Zane finished speaking, Quentin's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the calm and composed Grace beside him.
Quentin's voice came out almost through gritted teeth.
"Grace," he called her name word by word, "you better tell me it's not what I think it is."
Grace smiled and replied, "Mr. Taft, sorry to tell you, it is exactly what you think it is."
Before she could finish her sentence, Quentin suddenly threw up.
After a few rounds, Quentin had emptied his stomach.
Grace immediately handed him a bottle of mineral water. "Quick, Quentin, rinse your mouth."
Quentin took the bottle and rinsed his mouth, while Grace couldn't help but laugh hysterically on the side. "Quentin, seeing you like this, I find it so funny."
"Suddenly, I feel like this trip was really worth it. Let me tell you, you're just too pampered, not understanding the hardships of ordinary people. You should experience it and go back to do some good for our country's farmers."
Quentin glared at her and said, "So, according to you, I should thank you!"
"No need to thank me, after all, it was just a small effort."
Quentin fell silent.
He reached out and pinched Grace's tiny face until it was almost deformed.
"It hurts, it hurts, Quentin, I was wrong."
"Sharp-tongued, how come I never noticed this side of you before?"
"There are many things you haven't discovered."
"Really? Anyway, life is long enough for me to discover them all."
As they chatted, the atmosphere between them became warm and tender.
Zane listened to their banter, smiling cheerfully.
Although the ox moved slowly, at least they didn't have to walk on their own.
Half an hour later, they arrived and wanted to give some money as a fare to thank Zane.
But when they reached for their money, they realized they hadn't brought any cash.
Zane laughed heartily, "No need to pay, you're guests here. In this village, almost everyone is elderly now, it's rare to see such energetic young people like you."
"I'm happy today too, no charge. Meeting you is lucky."
After saying that, Zane drove the ox cart away.
Entering the village, the closer they got to the entrance, the more anxious Grace felt, her heart pounding wildly.
Just as Grace was about to head straight to Beth's mom's place, Quentin stopped her. "Grace, have you thought about how to tell Beth's mom about Beth's passing?"
Grace was stunned. Honestly, she hadn't thought about hiding it.
But if she told the truth, no one could guarantee that Beth's mom wouldn't blame her.
She was troubled and looked up at Quentin with a pleading gaze.
Quentin brushed her hair behind her ear. "Not all lies in this world are meant to deceive. Some lies are kind, meant for the good of others. I think such lies can be forgiven."
"If Beth's mom knew everything, no one could know how she would react. If she rejects you, we wouldn't be able to help her fulfill Beth's wish, and it might leave Beth's mom in sadness and regret for the rest of her life."
"That's not what Beth would want to see. I believe, before Beth died, entrusting her mom to you was her hope for her mom to have a joyful old age."
Grace nodded. "Thank you, Quentin, I know what to do now."
"Alright, let's go then."
After asking around at the village entrance, they quickly found out where Beth's mom lived.
When they arrived, Beth's mom's house was tightly closed, as if no one was home.
Just as they decided to take a walk and come back later, suddenly, there was a loud noise from inside.
A man's voice, mixed with angry shouts, pierced the air. "Damn woman, where's the money? If you don't hand it over, I'll beat you until you do."
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