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Chapter 80 Late Night
"Feeling better?"
Bruce's voice was very close.
Grace blinked slightly, and gradually broke away from her restless and chaotic thoughts.
She looked at Bruce, who was close at hand, and nodded slightly.
"Maybe... I don't know." Grace's voice was hoarse.
Grace looked up at him again, and twitched the corners of her mouth, trying to signal that she was fine.
"Don't push yourself, there's no one else here."
Seeing her expression, Bruce frowned slightly.
"Feel sorry."
Grace's expression fell again.
She turned around and walked to the railing, gripped the railing tightly with both hands, and took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you everything before."
She forced herself to calm down, to make the expression on her face not look so ugly, and then turned back to look at Bruce.
"I..." Grace suddenly felt at a loss for words.
"Because you think I'll look at your adoptive father with suspicion, and you don't want that."
Bruce broke through her thoughts directly, without giving Grace a way out.
She put her hand on her forehead and sighed softly.
"Sometimes I really hate how sharp you are." Grace's voice was bitter.
"I know." Bruce was unaffected by her words.
Grace's hands couldn't help clenched into fists again, and it was difficult to express the words when they came to her lips.
She was finally discouraged, lowered her hands, and said softly: "And you, you are always so calm."
"I lied to you and trusted my father...Ivan too much, this may be retribution." Grace laughed at herself hoarsely.
"No," Bruce shook his head, "look at me, Grace."
He even softened his tone, which is incredible.
Such thoughts flashed through Grace's mind, and she looked up at Bruce obediently.
But Bruce looked at her looking like she was waiting for criticism without complaint, but felt uncomfortable again.
It was almost like Grace was possessed when she was a child. You must know that after their reunion, Grace showed great independence most of the time, and would never rely on him as before.
Bruce found himself becoming extremely soft-hearted at this moment, and couldn't even speak some prepared lines.
"You didn't tell me because you don't want others to judge whether Ivan is good or bad."
"Besides, I already know, and you didn't choose to cover it up."
"What matters now," he slowed down, "is what you think of him."
Grace's heart, which had been beating violently from the exercise, had now returned to its usual pace.
She began to organize her own language.
"It's a strange feeling," she tried to explain. "I asked him if he knew Ivan Mod."
"He said, should he know?"
Grace repeated the scene at that time, and suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly.
"Now that I think about it, he didn't say yes or no directly," she paused, with a hint of pain in her tone, "but said, should he know?"
She let out a breath and continued: "And I trusted him so easily."
"I don't know if it's because I trusted him too much that I didn't tell."
"But I assure you, Bruce," Grace said seriously, "he's well disguised."
"If he didn't break the cup because he was too nervous to tell a lie, I would have been deceived by him."
Bruce listened to her quietly, frowning slightly.
Because of too much trust, when she found out that Ivan had cheated on her, Grace was unbelievable at first, and then the anger and disappointment of being cheated made her lose control of her emotions.
"I wanted to... calm down and talk to him," Grace gave a wry smile, "but I can't control the possibilities that pop up in my mind."
"If he is the broadcaster, who is he broadcasting to? Me?"
"So he's going to be a hard-working father, because that's what he sells on stream?"
"It makes me feel like... everything is fake."
Those cares and scoldings that were so real that they couldn't be more real, the bits and pieces of so many years, were like that cup in that moment, shattered cleanly.
"I don't even," Grace hesitated, "don't even want to see his face."
There was an imperceptible sob in her voice.
It wasn't just the sadness or anger of being cheated on, it was the pain and self-blame that she couldn't trust someone anymore.
Yes, blame yourself.
Ivan, her adoptive father, her respected father, the second person who saved her life.
When she realized that she was cheated, she couldn't persuade herself to trust him a little more and have a good talk with him.
Perhaps the moment she walked out of the house, she also betrayed her father.
Maybe, she didn't know.
Grace's expression now made Bruce feel a certain worry.
She was obviously not crying, but she was frowning tightly, with confusion in her eyes, looking at him as if she wanted to find a solution to this state.
He wanted to comfort her, but he didn't know what position he should be in.
If Grace was any weeping woman Baby Bruce met, it would have been easier to work it out, but she wasn't.
She doesn't need flowers, or fancy cars or gems, and she probably doesn't even need him.
Bruce's hand raised faintly, and retracted when it was about to touch Grace.
He can't do that, he can't do some cross-border behavior at this time.
This would seem... very mean.
"You need time, Grace," he said in Batman's voice.
"You need time as much as Ivan," Bruce said calmly. "If he's been broadcasting all the time, it's strange that you haven't noticed anything for so many years."
Just do the analysis as usual.
"Grace, you're not stupid. Could it be that Ivan has done so many things behind your back, and you didn't realize it at all?" he asked.
Grace was a little dazed, and replied, "I don't think...no."
"Calm down and think about it carefully," Bruce said in a deep voice, "Maybe things are not as bad as you think."
"After adjusting, you can talk to Ivan again. If you don't mind, I can also accompany you."
Grace bent her mouth somewhat reluctantly, her tone weak.
"I kept it from you, but you ended up speaking for Ivan."
"No, it's telling the truth."
Bruce is as calm and self-possessed as ever.
"You always say that," Grace's expression was finally not so gloomy, "maybe you should get mad at me a second time."
"Then you will have even more reason to come to me for sparring in the future." Bruce didn't know if he was joking or serious.
Grace chuckled and replied, "I think Alfred would be happy to open the door for me."
"Sometimes I always feel that he is not my housekeeper." This sentence is just a joke.
"Well... I will pretend that I didn't hear this sentence." Grace blinked.
Bruce's mouth curved slightly.
Grace walked to one of the benches to the side and sat down.
"Would you mind sitting with me for a while?" she asked.
Bruce hesitated, but walked over anyway.
The two sat on the bench, not very close to each other, and the surroundings were silent, with only the slight sound of leaves being blown by the wind.
Because Grace doesn't speak anymore, Bruce doesn't speak either.
Maybe it's because neither of them can be called talkative, so once the serious business is removed, it is difficult to chat.
"Ivan... is really a good father."
Grace spoke after a long silence.
"If I lose him," she paused, "I'll have no family again, Bruce."
Bruce turned his head to see Grace smiling bitterly at him.
"I..." His voice was hoarse for a moment, "One thing is thanks to him."
"What?" Grace asked subconsciously.
"...Because he saved you." Bruce said in a deep voice.
The expression on Grace's face froze for a moment, and then a smile crept onto the corner of her mouth.
The two stopped talking again and just sat on the bench.
Time passed in such an imperceptible manner.
Bruce felt the breathing of the people around him become more stable, and he turned his head slightly to look over.
Grace closed her eyes, but she didn't seem to be fully asleep, just a light sleep.
She wrapped her arms around her own in a gesture of protection.
— Exactly the same as when I was a child.
Bruce knew that this was an unchangeable habit brought to Grace by childhood trauma.
He didn't wake her up.
After less than an hour of light sleep, Grace was awakened by the faint light of the sun.
She blinked, regained consciousness, and turned to look over.
Bruce is still sitting there, he doesn't seem to be resting.
"I thought you were going to leave." Grace said.
"No." Bruce replied without turning his head.
"The sun is coming out, don't you hurry up, Mr. Batman who is active in the dark?"
Grace stood up and stretched her limbs.
In fact, she only intended to close her eyes to calm down, but maybe Bruce's presence made her feel safe, and she fell into a light sleep unconsciously.
"Then maybe I can become Bruce Wayne."
Upon hearing this, Grace turned her head and looked at him in disbelief.
"Bruce, do me a favor and don't tell such horrible jokes," she grumbled.
Bruce just looked up at her.
"Are you sure you don't want me in Washington?" he asked.
Grace's shoulders relaxed, and she smiled: "No, don't worry."
"You're right, both Ivan and I need some time."
"I'm fine, Bruce."
She didn't know whether she was speaking to Bruce or herself.
The author has something to say: Little Theater
Years later, there are three things that haunt Grace from time to time.
One: Ivan and Bruce sneered as soon as they met
Two: Her son and Jason will fight as soon as they meet
Three: Bruce's scary jokes from time to time
I know this is a scene that really wants to kill you, I really tried my best (x
I'm going to change the location of the copy next time.
By the way, I have pre-accepted the new article of the main CM. This article is better to sort out the information and I will post it first. I have to struggle with the Chaoying article, but the hero should be Little Spider
Bruce's voice was very close.
Grace blinked slightly, and gradually broke away from her restless and chaotic thoughts.
She looked at Bruce, who was close at hand, and nodded slightly.
"Maybe... I don't know." Grace's voice was hoarse.
Grace looked up at him again, and twitched the corners of her mouth, trying to signal that she was fine.
"Don't push yourself, there's no one else here."
Seeing her expression, Bruce frowned slightly.
"Feel sorry."
Grace's expression fell again.
She turned around and walked to the railing, gripped the railing tightly with both hands, and took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you everything before."
She forced herself to calm down, to make the expression on her face not look so ugly, and then turned back to look at Bruce.
"I..." Grace suddenly felt at a loss for words.
"Because you think I'll look at your adoptive father with suspicion, and you don't want that."
Bruce broke through her thoughts directly, without giving Grace a way out.
She put her hand on her forehead and sighed softly.
"Sometimes I really hate how sharp you are." Grace's voice was bitter.
"I know." Bruce was unaffected by her words.
Grace's hands couldn't help clenched into fists again, and it was difficult to express the words when they came to her lips.
She was finally discouraged, lowered her hands, and said softly: "And you, you are always so calm."
"I lied to you and trusted my father...Ivan too much, this may be retribution." Grace laughed at herself hoarsely.
"No," Bruce shook his head, "look at me, Grace."
He even softened his tone, which is incredible.
Such thoughts flashed through Grace's mind, and she looked up at Bruce obediently.
But Bruce looked at her looking like she was waiting for criticism without complaint, but felt uncomfortable again.
It was almost like Grace was possessed when she was a child. You must know that after their reunion, Grace showed great independence most of the time, and would never rely on him as before.
Bruce found himself becoming extremely soft-hearted at this moment, and couldn't even speak some prepared lines.
"You didn't tell me because you don't want others to judge whether Ivan is good or bad."
"Besides, I already know, and you didn't choose to cover it up."
"What matters now," he slowed down, "is what you think of him."
Grace's heart, which had been beating violently from the exercise, had now returned to its usual pace.
She began to organize her own language.
"It's a strange feeling," she tried to explain. "I asked him if he knew Ivan Mod."
"He said, should he know?"
Grace repeated the scene at that time, and suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly.
"Now that I think about it, he didn't say yes or no directly," she paused, with a hint of pain in her tone, "but said, should he know?"
She let out a breath and continued: "And I trusted him so easily."
"I don't know if it's because I trusted him too much that I didn't tell."
"But I assure you, Bruce," Grace said seriously, "he's well disguised."
"If he didn't break the cup because he was too nervous to tell a lie, I would have been deceived by him."
Bruce listened to her quietly, frowning slightly.
Because of too much trust, when she found out that Ivan had cheated on her, Grace was unbelievable at first, and then the anger and disappointment of being cheated made her lose control of her emotions.
"I wanted to... calm down and talk to him," Grace gave a wry smile, "but I can't control the possibilities that pop up in my mind."
"If he is the broadcaster, who is he broadcasting to? Me?"
"So he's going to be a hard-working father, because that's what he sells on stream?"
"It makes me feel like... everything is fake."
Those cares and scoldings that were so real that they couldn't be more real, the bits and pieces of so many years, were like that cup in that moment, shattered cleanly.
"I don't even," Grace hesitated, "don't even want to see his face."
There was an imperceptible sob in her voice.
It wasn't just the sadness or anger of being cheated on, it was the pain and self-blame that she couldn't trust someone anymore.
Yes, blame yourself.
Ivan, her adoptive father, her respected father, the second person who saved her life.
When she realized that she was cheated, she couldn't persuade herself to trust him a little more and have a good talk with him.
Perhaps the moment she walked out of the house, she also betrayed her father.
Maybe, she didn't know.
Grace's expression now made Bruce feel a certain worry.
She was obviously not crying, but she was frowning tightly, with confusion in her eyes, looking at him as if she wanted to find a solution to this state.
He wanted to comfort her, but he didn't know what position he should be in.
If Grace was any weeping woman Baby Bruce met, it would have been easier to work it out, but she wasn't.
She doesn't need flowers, or fancy cars or gems, and she probably doesn't even need him.
Bruce's hand raised faintly, and retracted when it was about to touch Grace.
He can't do that, he can't do some cross-border behavior at this time.
This would seem... very mean.
"You need time, Grace," he said in Batman's voice.
"You need time as much as Ivan," Bruce said calmly. "If he's been broadcasting all the time, it's strange that you haven't noticed anything for so many years."
Just do the analysis as usual.
"Grace, you're not stupid. Could it be that Ivan has done so many things behind your back, and you didn't realize it at all?" he asked.
Grace was a little dazed, and replied, "I don't think...no."
"Calm down and think about it carefully," Bruce said in a deep voice, "Maybe things are not as bad as you think."
"After adjusting, you can talk to Ivan again. If you don't mind, I can also accompany you."
Grace bent her mouth somewhat reluctantly, her tone weak.
"I kept it from you, but you ended up speaking for Ivan."
"No, it's telling the truth."
Bruce is as calm and self-possessed as ever.
"You always say that," Grace's expression was finally not so gloomy, "maybe you should get mad at me a second time."
"Then you will have even more reason to come to me for sparring in the future." Bruce didn't know if he was joking or serious.
Grace chuckled and replied, "I think Alfred would be happy to open the door for me."
"Sometimes I always feel that he is not my housekeeper." This sentence is just a joke.
"Well... I will pretend that I didn't hear this sentence." Grace blinked.
Bruce's mouth curved slightly.
Grace walked to one of the benches to the side and sat down.
"Would you mind sitting with me for a while?" she asked.
Bruce hesitated, but walked over anyway.
The two sat on the bench, not very close to each other, and the surroundings were silent, with only the slight sound of leaves being blown by the wind.
Because Grace doesn't speak anymore, Bruce doesn't speak either.
Maybe it's because neither of them can be called talkative, so once the serious business is removed, it is difficult to chat.
"Ivan... is really a good father."
Grace spoke after a long silence.
"If I lose him," she paused, "I'll have no family again, Bruce."
Bruce turned his head to see Grace smiling bitterly at him.
"I..." His voice was hoarse for a moment, "One thing is thanks to him."
"What?" Grace asked subconsciously.
"...Because he saved you." Bruce said in a deep voice.
The expression on Grace's face froze for a moment, and then a smile crept onto the corner of her mouth.
The two stopped talking again and just sat on the bench.
Time passed in such an imperceptible manner.
Bruce felt the breathing of the people around him become more stable, and he turned his head slightly to look over.
Grace closed her eyes, but she didn't seem to be fully asleep, just a light sleep.
She wrapped her arms around her own in a gesture of protection.
— Exactly the same as when I was a child.
Bruce knew that this was an unchangeable habit brought to Grace by childhood trauma.
He didn't wake her up.
After less than an hour of light sleep, Grace was awakened by the faint light of the sun.
She blinked, regained consciousness, and turned to look over.
Bruce is still sitting there, he doesn't seem to be resting.
"I thought you were going to leave." Grace said.
"No." Bruce replied without turning his head.
"The sun is coming out, don't you hurry up, Mr. Batman who is active in the dark?"
Grace stood up and stretched her limbs.
In fact, she only intended to close her eyes to calm down, but maybe Bruce's presence made her feel safe, and she fell into a light sleep unconsciously.
"Then maybe I can become Bruce Wayne."
Upon hearing this, Grace turned her head and looked at him in disbelief.
"Bruce, do me a favor and don't tell such horrible jokes," she grumbled.
Bruce just looked up at her.
"Are you sure you don't want me in Washington?" he asked.
Grace's shoulders relaxed, and she smiled: "No, don't worry."
"You're right, both Ivan and I need some time."
"I'm fine, Bruce."
She didn't know whether she was speaking to Bruce or herself.
The author has something to say: Little Theater
Years later, there are three things that haunt Grace from time to time.
One: Ivan and Bruce sneered as soon as they met
Two: Her son and Jason will fight as soon as they meet
Three: Bruce's scary jokes from time to time
I know this is a scene that really wants to kill you, I really tried my best (x
I'm going to change the location of the copy next time.
By the way, I have pre-accepted the new article of the main CM. This article is better to sort out the information and I will post it first. I have to struggle with the Chaoying article, but the hero should be Little Spider
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