Falling for My Contractual Wife

Chapter 334

Grace spent some time sharpening the blade until it sliced through weeds effortlessly.

Brian, worried about making a fool of himself, ditched the showing off and stuck close to Grace. As Grace tackled the door, he kept a vigilant eye on the surroundings.

After some effort, the stubborn lock finally gave way. Grace pushed the creaky old door open, revealing the somewhat eerie emptiness of the central room. Disdain etched Brian's face as he took in the dark, abandoned space. The musty smell only added to the gloom.

Undeterred, Grace strode into the room and headed for the bedroom once occupied by Daisy and Frederick Sherman. This was where the box was stashed.

In those days, houses had elevated floors, with bedrooms divided by wooden planks serving as makeshift storage.

But the stairs were gone. She had to find something to stand up on to crawl up.

Brian's frown deepened. 'Can anyone really live in such a place? It seems like the perfect hideout for creepy crawlies, Brian thought.

Just thinking about it gave him goosebumps.

"Just what are we looking for? I'll lend a hand," he offered.

barrel from the kitchen, using it as a makeshift step stool to reach the

path was cleaned away by her crawling.

hesitated to let Grace climb alone, fearing the rickety structure

he

there, Brian noticed rain seeping through a soaked wall. The roof

would definitely

can

an old wooden box, Grace didn't

open the box, revealing its contents

swaddling clothes, aged but recognizable by their delicate pink

She heard her younger brother had used this swaddling cloth too. Brian watched as Grace carefully stowed them away, treating them

Grace rolled her eyes.

hoping for something more exciting

Grace continued rifling through the

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heard a faint but ominous