Operation Red Book

"Oh, my God! Actually, this is quite common. Catherine II favored several of the Orlov brothers."

Ivy suddenly stopped talking. She didn't expect Grace to accept this reason so easily, even with a previous experience.

"Uh... were the British so open-minded more than two hundred years ago? Forget it, since this road is blocked, I'll try a more circuitous one." She thought to herself.

"In fact, I also gave birth to his half-brother's child. What I want to confess is that I abandoned the child with the master, lied that it was mine and his child, and then smuggled it to London."

Ivy simply finished making up the whole thing in one breath and looked at Grace, who was already stunned, with innocent eyes.

"You are a bad girl, Ivy! A very, very, very bad girl!" Grace scolded Ivy excitedly.

"How can you lie? Lies are the first sin to jump out of Pandora's box!"

"The great Lord will condemn you. Hurry! Hold my hand. I will confess to the merciful God with you. From now on, you will reform and never repeat the same mistakes again..."

Grace grabbed Ivy's hand with great sorrow, closed her eyes, raised her head, and muttered something.

"So the worst sin is lying? Europeans are really strange."

Ivy rolled her eyes upwards, and it felt like a thousand spitting alpacas were running through her heart.

"Grace, am I going to hell?"

Ivy suddenly said something, interrupting Grace's muttering.

"The Lord is merciful and forgiving. Admit your sins and repent with a sincere heart. You will be forgiven by the Lord and go to a beautiful paradise..."

"I'm not talking about confession... Grace, you have already made up your mind about this matter, right?" Ivy looked at Grace with red eyes.

Grace tilted her head for no apparent reason, with a puzzled look on her face, looking like a naive little girl.

Looking at Grace's innocent face, Ivy was even more furious. Endless anxiety and panic occupied her heart at this moment.

Ivy was so angry that she found an opening to vent her anger:

"What are you waiting for? Grace, half the day has passed, why don't you come and claim my soul?"

Ivy was a little angry, and her tone became bad.

"What are you talking about? Miss Ivy, taking away souls, do you think I'm the god of death?"

Grace was accused by Ivy for no reason, and she suddenly became angry.

"I must tell you this is extremely offensive! The sacred prayer room has no place for any embodiment of sin!"

"A sacred prayer room? The embodiment of sin? Ridiculous!"

Ivy stood up suddenly, her eyes wide open and her eyebrows wrinkled into two knots.

"Grace, do you really know nothing? You don't know about the Grim Reaper, you don't know about Morris, and you don't know about this prayer room?"

"I don't know anything about the god of death. As a man of God, I can swear to the merciful Father in Heaven."

Grace also stood up suddenly, knocking over the teacup on the seat.

"To me, Mr. Morris and Ms. Magee are the people sent by God to save me. Because of their adoption, I can stay happily with the children in the orphanage."

"Mr. Morris's words are God's instructions. I will not violate my faith in God, and I will never violate God's will."

"absurd!"

Ivy roared in rage as the heavy rain hit the windows, echoing in the empty prayer room.

The overturned teacup lay across the wooden board of the bench, and the hot black tea dripped through the gaps in the board onto the grey stone floor, leaving a large black shadow and water stains.

The remaining black tea in the teacup was still dripping, creating ripples on the calm water surface.

The statue and the white cross in the prayer room were reflected on the floor with rippling water circles, but were soon washed away by the dripping water, leaving only some broken fragments.