I love you, I won't kill you

The drive from the Quantico base to 30th Street, just north of Uptown Arlington, is less than 50 minutes away.Therefore, it was difficult for Amanda to refuse her mother's warm invitation.

Leaving the base, heading north onto Interstate 95 and onto Interstate 395, she didn't find a good reason to pull over until she turned left onto South Washington Avenue.

I glanced at my mother's white Lincoln "City" sedan driving ahead.She dialed the car phone. "Um, Grace, we're on South Washington Avenue."

"I know, baby. Oh, you mean the Pentagon or Arlington Cemetery?" Grace said quickly, two of the famous regional signs that flanked South Washington Avenue.

"Well, Arlington Cemetery. I'd like to go to the U.S. Marine Corps War Memorial there and take a look."

"Honey, it's not Memorial Day."

Two large-displacement cars at the front and rear quickly drove into the South Arlington Avenue ahead.Seeing that her daughter didn't answer, Grace quickly said to the car phone, "Don't worry, baby. If you want to visit, we can go after lunch."

Amanda glanced at the Lincoln Memorial and the Washington Monument opposite the Arlington Monument Bridge on the right side of the road, "Hmm, I also want to go to the pool in front of the Lincoln Memorial."

"Of course. Honey, I think Janice and Ryan would be happy to be your guides."

"Ok."

At around 10:04, the two drove onto North 30th Street.Amanda is very satisfied with the environment here, with quiet streets, dense virgin forests, and American-style family houses with classic and modern styles scattered among the woods.

Stopping the car, standing on the side of the road and observing the American-style residential building in front of the right, Amanda felt very relaxed.Grace got out of the car and walked over to her daughter, "Do you like it here?"

"Well, not bad, I like it."

"Really? Well, if you like it, you can come here often in the future."

"Let's go, I'll take you to visit inside." Grace said happily.

Strolling in this ancient building built in 1820 in the classical revival style, Amanda feels that every furnishings here is so classical, elegant, and has a distinct personal architectural style.

"Grace, who built this house?" she asked her mother.

"Oh, Robert Mills, American architect born in Charleston in 1781. His works include the Washington Monument, the Treasury Building in Washington, D.C., the Museum of Fine Arts and Portrait Building, the Post Office Building, a number of private residences, and the South of Richmond Union White House." Grace explained in detail.

"Wow, very old people and houses."

"Actually, the house has been remodeled many times."

Judging from the appearance and location of the house, Grace lives a low-key life with her husband Sean and their three children.But compared with the plethora of rich and wealthy residential areas across the United States, the people who live here can definitely be regarded as the handful of the most prestigious and status people at the top of the "pyramid" of American society.

Amanda was unwilling to deal with this kind of person, but she was eventually brought into this environment.Sitting in the living room, with the nanny Macarena grinding the Colombian special coffee with the coffee machine, watching the 18th century American household items around.

However, after taking a sip of coffee, she felt that this thing was not suitable for her.Looking at the mother who was walking behind with a little white boy with blond hair and blue eyes, "Grace, am I drinking decaf coffee?"

Grace led the little boy to the sofa and sat down, smiled and said to Amanda, "Hmm. Let me introduce you, this is Ryan Wilkinson Balfour."

The boy's middle name was Grace's maiden name.In terms of blood relationship, he and Amanda were born of the same mother.Ryan, who was only seven years old, stared at the female officer opposite, blinked his sky blue eyes, "Nice to meet you, I'm Ryan."

Amanda said to her half-brother with a smile, "It's nice to meet you too, call me Amanda."

"Sweetheart, he is your younger brother. How about it, do you think he looks like you?" Grace said.

"Well, it is. So, who are they?" Amanda glanced at the various photo frames on the fireplace.

"Oh, those are Sean's two children with his ex-wife, Brandon and Janice."

"I see. It's the weekend and they're not home?"

In fact, the eldest son of the Balfour family, Brandon, is the son of the rich man that Julie met in law school.After graduating from law school three years ago, he did not practice law.Through his father's identity and background, he quickly established a private security consulting company.

"Brandon is now working overseas and Janice is a freshman at the University of Richmond."

"Well, not bad. It's hard for me to imagine that the children of the senator's family won't have a better future."

Grace said to the youngest son, "Baby, go play, I have something to say with Amanda."

Then, he said to his daughter, "Sweetheart, you can actually get a better future."

"for example?"

"What do you think of Andrews Air Force Base?"

"Eight miles east of Washington, D.C., the US Air Force Base. It is the base for the helicopters Air Force One and Marine One that the President of the United States flies on."

"Well, not bad. Staying in that base, I don't think you have to worry at all, you will be sent overseas to participate in the war at any time."

"Thank you. But now I'm not qualified to pilot 'Marine One'. Besides, I'm not used to getting in touch with big figures in the White House and Congress." Amanda didn't directly reject her mother's kindness, but made excuses.

"It's okay, you're still young anyway." Grace said with a smile.

As a mother, she certainly didn't want to see her daughter die on an overseas battlefield.However, her daughter's attitude showed that she was unwilling to get too close to her own life circle.

The only way, then, to see my daughter from time to time is to keep her in Washington, D.C. or Virginia.If the daughter doesn't want to retire from active duty in the Marine Corps just yet, that's fine.

Marine Corps Headquarters in the Pentagon, Quantico Base in Virginia, and Marine Corps detachments at Andrews Air Force Base, these places have jobs that allow my daughter to stay comfortably on American soil.Anyway, her daughter is now a lieutenant flight officer in the Marine Corps.

"Uh, sweetheart, I remember you saying you liked the environment here."

"Yes."

"Okay. As the hostess here, I am very happy to show you around the environment here." Grace got up and said.

"Of course. Is it going out from here?" Amanda said as she walked towards the glass door leading to the back garden in the living room.

Just after 11 a.m., Janice Balfour is behind the wheel of a 08 Mercedes-Benz SLK55 AMG convertible coupe in Iridium Silver Metallic (AMG: a brand of the Daimler Group) , the officially licensed vehicle performance modification division), is back from the University of Richmond-upon-James.

Today is no different from coming home for the weekend, but Janice has one thing to tell her stepmother.When she drove the car to the side of the road outside her lawn, she saw Amanda's car at first sight.

"Shelby 'Cobra' GT500!? Damn, over $9,000 more than my car!" Janice muttered, getting out of the car.

"Fuck, what bastard parked here?" Cursing again, he threw the car keys into his bag and headed for the porch.

"Wait, isn't that guy Brandon coming back?" Janice wondered as she entered the house.

"Brandon, where are you?" He looked up at the corridor on the second floor.

At this time, Macarena smiled and said, "Brandon didn't come back today."

Janice blinked, "Didn't come back? Whose car is that parked at the door?"

Macarena pointed to the back garden, "It's that girl's car, Madam is with her."

"What? God, this stinky bitch actually came to my house?!" Janice threw her schoolbag on the sofa and hurried to the back garden.

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