radiothebook Chapter 142 Blood of the Ocean
Chapter 142 Blood of the Ocean
Chapter 142 Blood of the Ocean
Kathy was terrified; he thought Harriet was lying.
He knew Harriet hated him, even resented him. He had caused Harriet to be wrongly accused, beaten, and lose her wages.
But Harriet didn't.
He even testified on behalf of Casey, proving that Dietrich did not know Casey.
Kathy also realized that Harriet was actually very kind.
She could have gotten revenge on Cathy with just one sentence.
But the grape growers still locked up Cathy and beat her several times, interrogating her about her true identity.
Kathy naturally wouldn't say anything, so she could only endure more beatings.
They started reducing Cathy's food intake again, and now Cathy only gets one meal a day.
However, when Harriet brought him food, she would secretly bring him half a loaf of bread.
Cathy would hide it and take it out to eat when she was so hungry that her stomach hurt.
He was thankful that he was at least still alive. For the first two days, he could still hear the cries of Dietrich's bereaved family, but after that, he could no longer hear them.
Kathy guessed that they had probably been killed.
The door to the room was pushed open, and Harriet walked in.
Kathy knew it was mealtime again.
Harriet placed the food on the table in front of Cathy.
It was a bowl of oatmeal porridge, a steamed potato, and a handful of raisins.
Finally, as usual, Harriet took half a loaf of bread from her pocket and handed it to Cathy.
"Thank you," Cathy said.
Then he heard a sniffling sound.
He looked up at Harriet, whose eyes were red and who was having difficulty breathing.
She had just cried, Cathy thought, and cried a lot.
So I asked, "Did something bad happen to you?"
"None of your business," Harriet turned her head away. "Finish your food, I'm taking the plates away."
Kathy took a spoonful of oatmeal porridge and brought it to her lips to feel the temperature.
It was a little hot, so Kathy blew on it before putting it in her mouth.
It didn't taste very good because it didn't have any milk or honey, or even salt.
But Cathy was just a prisoner; he was lucky to have any food at all, and he had no right to be picky.
Looking up at Harriet, I saw her staring blankly out the window, looking preoccupied.
Cathy didn't know what Harriet had gone through, but—
"Breathe carefully, Harriet. This will allow you to focus more on feeling yourself and make you feel lighter."
Harriet snapped out of her daze and turned to Cathy.
She didn't say anything, but Cathy could tell that her breathing was gradually becoming even, so Cathy smiled too.
Strange, Casey looked at the plate. Why did the oatmeal suddenly taste better?
Cathy picked up a few raisins and sprinkled them into the porridge.
Harriet suddenly said to Cathy, "Just tell them."
Kathy asked, "What?"
"Your identity."
Kathy put the spoon in her mouth, and with the addition of raisins, the flavor of the oatmeal porridge became much richer.
The raisins were a golden brown color and had a unique flavor with a hint of raisin. Kathy suspected that they were made from golden grapes.
After swallowing, Casey shook her head and said:
"I can't say."
"It's just an identity. It doesn't matter if you tell them. They're all farmers, ignorant and foolish. Even if your identity is special, they won't know how to use it."
"I can't say."
"Then they will kill you; they—are losing patience."
Kathy looked at Harriet again, and he could see the worry in her eyes.
She really is kind, Casey thought, and the fact that those people even planned to kill me proves—"
"They've already killed Dietrich's family?"
Harriet's silence says it all.
Cathy felt a pang of sadness: "Why? Master Dietrich is already dead, and he's already killed the eldest son who was in charge of things. Why keep killing? Madam is just a woman, the second son is probably about my age, and the third son is just a child."
"They say that once you start, you can't stop."
Harriet turned her head away guiltily, avoiding Cathy's gaze.
"If Dietrich's entire family is not killed, then one day, the survivors will kill everyone else."
Hearing this, Kathy also lowered her head.
He lost Goringburg, lost Pegasus, lost Earl Reggie, lost Robert, and even lost the rats, Little Red—
Kathy herself was the survivor.
If one day he really makes a comeback, will he forgive Gray City and the Zorc family?
He didn't know, but at this moment his heart was filled with a thick, unyielding hatred.
Breathe carefully —
Kathy took a deep breath to calm herself down and temporarily put the matter aside.
"But they killed so many people, aren't they afraid of being punished by the local knights?"
"They plan to shift the blame onto the murderer who left the symbol; as long as they have a unified story, no one will bother them."
“The lord is not a fool,” Casey said. “A knowledgeable warrior could tell at a glance that those wounds came from different killers.”
“Maybe you’re right,” Harriet said, “but that’s how they think. As for whether there are any follow-up strategies, I don’t know. That’s all I know.”
Kathy took a bite of the potato; it was grainy, like mud.
"Anyway, I won't say it."
"That would be very dangerous for you!"
"My identity can also bring me danger. You know, even Lord Dietrich doesn't know who I am."
"But that will drag me down with you!" Harriet's voice carried a hint of grievance.
"Why?" Cathy asked, puzzled.
"Because I was previously in charge of taking care of Dietrich's family, and then I was in charge of taking care of you, they think I colluded with Dietrich and that I'm protecting you,"
Harriet frowned and spread her hands.
"But when I saw Dietrich's body, God knows how happy I was; I even laughed! And..."
At this point, Harriet, whose eyes were red and swollen with tears for some unknown reason, suddenly hesitated and stopped speaking.
"And?" Casey asked.
"It's nothing," Harriet shook her head, "Anyway, they don't trust me, and if you don't tell them, they'll definitely punish me first! So, please, tell them who you are!"
Upon hearing this, Kathy bit her lip.
He was not afraid of being beaten, insulted, or threatened.
However, they do not want others to be implicated because of their own affairs.
Since Harriet hadn't lied to those people in the first place, Cathy believed she was a kind girl and that she wasn't lying now either.
Moreover, Cathy still owes Harriet something regarding the vase incident.
Kathy thought for a long time and finally nodded:
"Okay, Harriet, I'll tell you who I really am."
Harriet nodded.
"I am, Casey Lines—"
Kathy told Harriet her story.
The story begins on the day Baron Zorc sent the engagement gift, and continues until it was delivered to this vineyard.
"Oh my god—"
After hearing this, Harriet couldn't help but sigh.
My story is indeed full of twists and turns: "You must also think I'm very unlucky, right?"
"No," Harriet shook her head, "I was just thinking you're so slow."
"?" Cathy raised an eyebrow. "Slow-witted?"
"Haven't you noticed yet?"
"What did you find?" Cathy asked, puzzled.
"That pirate, Henry."
"Henry?"
"Yes, he is your father!"
Upon hearing this, Kathy froze on the spot.
Henry is my father?
Kathy gripped the spoon tightly and shook her head frantically:
"Impossible! Henry, he—how could he possibly be my father! He's just my mother's friend!"
"You hate him?"
"No! I like Henry!"
"You resent him being your father?"
Do I find it offensive?
Kathy thought about it seriously for a moment, then shook her head.
"Then why won't you admit it?"
"I'm not denying it," Casey said, standing up abruptly from her seat. "But what makes you think he's my father?"
"Don't make it too obvious," Harriet said. "You can infer it from her words, actions, and all sorts of details."
"Then tell me!"
"He takes good care of you, even though he's a ruthless pirate."
"Because my mother is his friend!"
"Even if you're friends, there's no need to go to that extent, to even change your schedule for you, share a room with you, tell you stories about your mother, and be so concerned about your affairs."
“That’s not evidence,” Casey argued. “There are all kinds of people in this world, and there are bound to be some who are well-meaning.”
"Even if he was a pirate?"
"Even if they were pirates!"
Upon hearing this, Harriet sighed and continued:
"And you mentioned that he wants you to add your father's surname after your name."
"Henry really likes the surname culture of his hometown, I can feel it."
"But you said he mentioned it so many times, as if he wanted to add his own surname after your name..."
Harriet shook her head helplessly.
"You definitely won't listen to any talk about striking at the factory, and you also mentioned that he always deliberately shows his weakness in front of you."
"Hmm," Casey nodded, "His curly hair is very thick, and it's long and black."
"You mentioned that your mother was the older sister you met along the way?"
Kathy lowered her head: "Hmm—"
"You mentioned a sister with long, straight, orange-yellow hair."
"Just like my hairy locust tree."
"But she has straight hair," Harley pointed out. "If she's your mother, why do you have curly hair? And that's just plain awful."
The moment Kathy heard this evidence, she suddenly felt a chill envelop her.
Although it is already winter, it shouldn't be this cold.
Muli is curly hair. No.
Kathy felt her body trembling.
"Furthermore, there is a lot of evidence that he seems to care about your mother and understand her well. When he heard she was in danger, he went to rescue her without hesitation. But you would definitely say that Murray cares about his friends."
Harriet said,
"But one thing is undeniable evidence: he said he spent a total of three years and one night with your mother, but why is there one extra night? And you also said that when he first met you, he accurately stated the approximate range of your birthday..."
The spoon slipped from Cathy's hand.
But he had no interest in the silk spoon, and his mind was incapable of thinking about anything.
Similarly, I dare not think about it.
Harriet revealed the final piece of evidence:
"You say that the ugly fluid of the ocean flows within you, and aren't the pirates who roam the seas the purest children of the ocean—..."
"You have the dual essence of the plateau and the ocean flowing in your veins—"
Pegasus's parting words suddenly echoed in Kathy's ears.
He slumped into the chair.
Murray—is he my father?!