Chapter 147: Identity Revealed
"I've arrived..." - Bam...!
As soon as the carriage, which had been speeding along a stony country road, came to a halt, the person inside hurriedly stepped out, hastily throwing some coins towards the coachman during her descent.
"Haa, haaa..."
Despite not having run the long distance to the destination herself, Rachel Watson was still gasping for breath.
Just minutes ago, she had come to the horrible realisation that her fiancé was already married, making her completely lose her shit; thus, in a matter of seconds, she had now become the most pitiful bride-to-be in all of London.
- Click...
"... Should I perhaps call the police?"
As she – a gun in her hand and bloodshot eyes that screamed the maddening state of her mind – walked towards an old church, the coachman stared blankly and began to ponder under his breath.
"There's no need for that."