I Returned to the Day He Brought His First Love Home Chapter 125: What Are You?

"Um, Chief Grant, I think there might be a misunderstanding. I’m not really..." Grace Winslow hesitated for a long mont before carefully trying to turn down Ethan Grant’s advances.

Ethan Grant cut her off. "It’s alright. You don’t have to give an answer right away. There’s plenty of ti. I just had to say it, or I was afraid I’d regret it."

"Comrade Grace Winslow, you’re an exceptional woman, and you deserve the best. So please don’t use your divorce as an excuse. I’m not giving up."

Grace Winslow could only manage a helpless, wry smile.

"I’ll see you in Coronet."

Ethan Grant instinctively reached out to hug her, but he stopped himself, realizing it could damage her reputation if soone saw them.

He gave Grace Winslow a wave before getting into the car waiting for him at the curb.

Grace Winslow watched the car drive away and sighed in resignation.

’I really don’t know what he sees in .’

’We’ve barely spent any ti together—we’ve only t a handful of tis.’

’Hopefully, with ti, he’ll slowly get over it.’

Ethan Grant was clearly from Coronet, sent out to the provinces to gain experience. His family connections were probably incredibly complicated.

’Dealing with Caleb Forrest was enough to make afraid. I don’t want to get dragged into that kind of drama ever again.’

Grace Winslow stood downstairs for a little while longer before turning to head up.

The Winslow family had certainly caused quite a stir today.

The very next day, a matchmaker showed up at their door, wanting to find a match for Grace Winslow.

Irene Lynch rejected them all outright.

"What kind of nerve do these people have? And what sort of rejects are they suggesting? Do they think our Grace is lacking sothing?"

Irene Lynch was absolutely livid. Even after shutting the door, she continued muttering and cursing.

Gregory Winslow, smoking his cigarette, snorted coldly. "They see that Grace is divorced, so they think she’s second-class. That’s why they’re only suggesting old n or other divorcees with children."

"Is the packing almost done? The train is early tomorrow morning. We can’t afford to be late."

Irene Lynch nodded. "Everything that needs packing is packed. Tomorrow, Nolan and Brandon will help take our things to the station."

"Sigh... We’ve lived here for so many years. To suddenly leave... it feels strange. Old man, do you think we’ll ever co back?"

Gregory Winslow just shook his head, saying nothing.

Grace Winslow was busy with errands for the next two days and was barely ho.

She still had a lot of work to hand off at the factory.

Plus, she needed to buy a few things for the move to Coronet.

On the morning of the twelfth, Nolan and Brandon Winslow ca over to help before five.

They loaded the big and small bags onto two bicycles and headed for the station together.

At this hour, the roads were nearly empty and very quiet.

By the ti they reached the station, it was already past six o’clock.

The station wasn’t empty at this hour.

Grace Winslow, Gregory Winslow, and Irene Lynch all had tickets for the sleeper car—tickets Gregory had only managed to buy by pulling so strings.

The compartnt had four bunks. They took three, leaving one empty.

Grace Winslow took a top bunk. Gregory Winslow and Irene Lynch were getting on in years, and climbing would be difficult, so they both chose lower bunks.

Once their things were stowed away, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

"This is a twenty-so-hour train ride. The sleeper tickets were three tis as expensive as the regular ones. If I’d known, your dad and I would have taken the hard seats and let you have the sleeper to yourself." Irene Lynch stretched and rubbed her aching lower back. The thought of how much the tickets cost still pained her.

Grace Winslow smiled. "Mom, Dad’s back could never handle a hard seat for over twenty hours. We don’t want him to get to Coronet and not even be able to walk."

Irene Lynch laughed at that and glanced over at Gregory Winslow.

Gregory Winslow kept a stern face and said nothing.

Because of the early departure, Irene Lynch had been unusually anxious and hadn’t slept well the night before.

As the train began to move, she lay down, planning to catch up on so sleep.

With no strangers in the compartnt, the family could relax.

At the next stop, soone else boarded and entered their compartnt.

The person who entered their compartnt was a woman who looked to be in her early thirties. She wore a green military uniform and carried a satchel, looking quite stylish and pretty.

She entered the compartnt, frowned at Gregory Winslow and Irene Lynch, and then glanced at the remaining empty bunk. Pinching her nose, she kicked the duffel bag Irene Lynch had placed on the floor. "You. Switch with . I don’t want the top bunk. You can sleep up there."

"Honestly, what is wrong with so people? What are farrs doing in a sleeper car? It stinks to high heaven."

Irene Lynch was woken by the commotion, her eyes still hazy with sleep.

When she heard what the woman said, she frowned.

But, thinking it was better to avoid trouble, she didn’t say anything and started to get up, intending to switch with the woman.

Grace Winslow leaned down from the top bunk and said coldly, "Mom, don’t switch."

"We paid for these tickets. Why on earth should we switch with you?"

"My mother’s ticket is for a lower bunk. If you’re so capable, go find a lower bunk in another car to buy. Why should she give her spot to you?"

"And another thing, what did you an by that remark just now? Why exactly are farrs not good enough for a sleeper car?"

"An attitude like that... you look down on farrs?"

"You eat the grain that farrs grow and wear clothes made from the cotton they pick, yet you dare to insult them? If you’re so high and mighty, then stop eating and stop wearing clothes. If you can’t do that, then shut your mouth."

"You... you..." The woman never expected Grace Winslow to be so sharp-tongued. The tirade made her face flush red. She pointed a finger at Grace, speechless for a long mont.

She turned and stord out in a huff, but ca back a mont later, her face dark.

There were only a few trains to Coronet each day, and you needed connections to get sleeper tickets. Ordinary people couldn’t buy them at all.

She had tried to trade for a lower bunk, but of course, no one paid her any attention.

In the end, she had no choice but to return, fuming.

Still fuming, as she climbed up to her bunk, she deliberately stepped on Irene Lynch’s bedding with her dirty shoes, leaving a footprint.

Grace Winslow watched her childish display with cold eyes.

Irene Lynch didn’t say a word. She just dusted off the dirt from her sheet and quilt, then shook her head at Grace, signaling her to let it go.

Away from ho, she didn’t want to stir up trouble.

After all, they still had a full day and night left on the train.

Grace Winslow took a deep breath and held her tongue for now.

When lunchti arrived, she climbed down from her bunk, glanced at the woman’s shoes on the floor, and kicked them right out of the compartnt.

Then, as if nothing had happened, she sat down and took out their prepared lunch.

The fragrant aroma of the food imdiately filled the compartnt.

Yvonne Hale, who had been dozing on the top bunk, swallowed hard and peeked down below.

There were stewed pork ribs, red-braised pork, big at-filled buns, and even several large, braised chicken drumsticks.

A spread like that... even with her family’s good standing, was sothing they only got to eat on major holidays.

"Mom, Dad, let’s eat before it gets cold," Grace said, ushering Gregory and Irene over.

Yvonne Hale’s mouth was watering uncontrollably. She couldn’t stop herself from blurting out, "How can you people afford food like this? You must have stolen it."

"Stolen from who? You?" Grace Winslow didn’t even deign to look at her.

Yvonne Hale was so angry her chest heaved. "You... Don’t you get too smug! Who knows where you stole it from. Looking at how poor and shabby you are, there’s no way you could afford this."

"You’d better fess up, or I’m going to get the railway police."

"Go on, then. Call him over right now. I’d also like to report that there’s a lunatic in our compartnt who’s green with envy," Grace shot back rudely.

Yvonne Hale was so furious her chest ached.

Grace had already put a chicken drumstick on both Irene Lynch’s and Gregory Winslow’s plates. "It won’t be as good if it gets cold. Eat up."

"We can check the dining car for our next al. After we eat and get so sleep, we’ll be there before we know it."