I Returned to the Day He Brought His First Love Home-Chapter 127: You Are Not My Daughter, Just Who Are You?
"Apologize for what? Why should I apologize? For all I know, you’re the ones who kicked my shoe out!" Yvonne Hale glared viciously at Grace Winslow.
Grace Winslow’s lips curved into an icy smile. "Is that so?"
Although she had in fact been the one to kick it, there was no proof, and Grace Winslow had no intention of admitting it.
Besides, Yvonne Hale was the one who had started the trouble in the first place.
Soon, a train attendant came over, carrying a black leather shoe.
The moment Yvonne Hale saw it, she rushed over and snatched it. "That’s right, this is my shoe!"
"It must have been you low-class people! You’re the ones who kicked it out!"
Grace Winslow rolled her eyes. "Low-class people?"
"What? We’re in a new era, yet you’re more feudal than a relic of feudalism. We toil in the fields and support ourselves with our own two hands. How does that make us ’low-class’?"
"Or are you some feudal holdover yourself, trying to pull that aristocratic capitalist nonsense here?"
As soon as Grace Winslow said this, the way the others looked at Yvonne Hale changed.
Grace Winslow didn’t spare her any face. "The moment you entered the car, you humiliated us, calling us farmers ’low-class people.’ What? Did farmers dig up your ancestral graves, or did they eat your family’s rice?"
"You saw my dad looked well-off and tried to seduce him. You even wanted him to divorce my mom and marry you. I’ve never seen anyone act like such a shameless, self-righteous homewrecker."
"And now you’re still here, calling people ’low-class’ left and right. People aren’t born noble or base, but you? You couldn’t be any baser."
"So who’s the low-class one, really?"
"You’re not just low-class, you’re lewd!"
The commotion had already drawn a crowd of passengers who were bored with the long ride.
Now, about ten people were standing at both ends of the corridor, all there to watch the drama unfold.
They had originally thought there was a thief on the train, but they never expected to get such juicy gossip.
Yvonne Hale’s face flushed red with humiliation. She shrieked hysterically, "You’re talking nonsense! You’re slandering me! I’m going to sue you!"
"Go on and sue. You know perfectly well what sordid things you’ve done. Seducing a married man, acting indecently toward my father... If I were to report you, you might be the one facing a bullet." Grace Winslow waved her hand impatiently, urging Yvonne Hale to go right ahead.
How could Yvonne Hale dare?
She was already in the wrong, and now, seeing so many people laughing at her expense, she was so livid her face turned green.
Grace Winslow couldn’t have cared less about her.
That was the kind of person she was. If others showed her respect, she would reciprocate. But if they were shameless and asking for trouble, she didn’t mind giving them a harsh slap or two.
She had had enough of swallowing her anger and staying silent in her past life. In this one, she wouldn’t tolerate it one bit.
"Ahem, alright, that’s enough. Stop making a scene," the attendant said, trying to smooth things over as the situation was getting out of hand. "You should apologize. After all, you did falsely accuse them."
Grace Winslow just stood there with her arms crossed, coolly eyeing Yvonne Hale.
Yvonne Hale’s face was burning. After a long, tense moment, she finally choked out a "sorry."
After saying it, she dove back into her upper bunk and refused to show her face again.
With Yvonne Hale no longer causing trouble, the rest of the journey was quite pleasant for Grace Winslow.
Aside from the sleeper car’s bed being so hard it made her back ache, everything else was fine.
She hadn’t expected, however, that Yvonne Hale had the same destination as her: Coronet.
But Grace Winslow wasn’t concerned.
Coronet was a huge city; their ill-fated connection couldn’t possibly be so deep that they would run into each other again.
Yvonne Hale was livid when she saw Grace Winslow get off at the same station.
The admissions staff from Crestwood University were waiting at the station for their students.
After getting off the train, Yvonne Hale quickly squeezed her way over.
She showed her admission letter, had her identity confirmed, and then followed the staff onto a vehicle to head to the university.
Grace Winslow caught a glimpse of the scene, and her brow furrowed.
’Someone like Yvonne Hale actually managed to get into Crestwood University?’
"Grace, are you going to register at the university first, or what’s the plan?" Irene Lynch asked quietly, glancing toward the Crestwood University group.
Grace Winslow shook her head gently. "Not yet. I’ll get settled in with you two first. Anyway, registration is still open for three more days, so there’s no hurry."
It was Irene Lynch’s first time in Coronet, and she wasn’t familiar with the place at all.
Gregory Winslow, on the other hand, had often come to Coronet back when he was in the army, so he was still familiar with the city.
Grace Winslow first led them to a public bus stop.
Yvonne Hale breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Grace Winslow wasn’t heading to Crestwood University like her.
She checked her belongings, a satisfied smile appearing on her face.
’Once I’m in university, I’ll truly be a cut above the rest.’
’I heard there are lots of rich and powerful men here in Coronet. I have to seize this opportunity and find a rich one to marry.’
Grace Winslow led Gregory Winslow and Irene Lynch to the bus stop. After checking the route map, she chose a line that stopped near Crestwood University, and they stood by the roadside to wait.
Gregory Winslow kept watching Grace Winslow.
Grace had grown up by his side and had never even left Prospera Town, yet she seemed very familiar with Coronet.
In fact, ever since Grace decided to divorce Caleb Forrest without a hint of regret, Gregory Winslow had sensed that his daughter had become somewhat different.
’Whether it was the fashion design or the divorce, neither seemed like something my daughter was capable of doing.’
But he never asked.
At this moment, he felt an inexplicable ache in his heart.
Grace Winslow didn’t notice the look in Gregory Winslow’s eyes.
The bus arrived soon after.
Once the passengers had disembarked, Grace Winslow led Irene Lynch and Gregory Winslow on board.
Fortunately, this was the first stop on the route, so there weren’t many people getting on. The three of them found seats and sat down.
Looking at the scenery outside the window, the Coronet of 1978 was still quite dilapidated, filled everywhere with the marks of time—a world away from the prosperous metropolis it would later become.
Crestwood University was far from the train station. It took a full two-hour bus ride to finally get there.
Grace Winslow led her parents off the bus.
Buying a house was out of the question for the time being.
So, their only option was to stay at a guesthouse for a couple of days.
Fortunately, they had prepared a letter of introduction before leaving. With it in hand, they went to a guesthouse, where Grace Winslow booked two rooms.
"Mom, Dad, go wash up for a bit. I’ll take you out for a walk and to get something to eat." Grace Winslow put their things down and came over to get Gregory Winslow and Irene Lynch.
Irene Lynch looked exhausted but nodded in agreement.
Gregory Winslow, however, looked at Grace Winslow. After a moment of thought, he walked over. "Grace, Dad has something he wants to tell you."
Grace Winslow was surprised, but she didn’t overthink it. "Okay. Mom, you go wash up first. I’ll chat with Dad for a bit."
As she spoke, she linked her arm with Gregory Winslow’s.
Gregory Winslow glanced down, subtly pulled his arm free, and walked out with his hands clasped behind him.
Grace Winslow was taken aback, feeling that her father’s expression just now had been a bit off.
She followed him out, still asking with a smile, "Dad, what did you want to talk to me about?"
Gregory Winslow stopped. There was no one else around. With his back to Grace Winslow, his voice was low and carried an immense pressure. "Who... are you, really?"
