"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The sound of collisions echoed through the room, and for a moment the whole world seemed to be focused on it, and these sounds drowned out all the other sounds, and the other qiē stopped for a moment. ［

At the very least, the girl lying on the floor in the room was putting all her mind on this perhaps terrifying scene.

Under the gaze of these blue eyes, Charles was holding his aunt tightly in his arms, and then kept hitting her head on the head as if in a mechanical motion, without hesitation or mercy.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, this scene is a bit excessive, even cruel, but on her delicate and fair face, not only does there not see any fear or disgust, but it implies indescribable admiration and adoration. It was precisely because of this excitement that her tear-stained face seemed to be covered with a layer of crystal white light.

And Charles, of course, couldn't see his sister staring at him. Now, all his energy was devoted to subduing the aunt - the experience of growing up had made him know how terrible things would be if the aunt was freed from her hands and feet, and if she got the sword again, it would be over.

It was precisely because of this fear of awe that Charles had to get a chance to be close to her through his performance, and then used all his strength to hold her tightly in his arms, not giving her any chance to use his skills.

It's a pity, even if there have been so many contacts. In this kind of close combat, the difference in strength between men and women is still insurmountable, let alone the relatively strong Charles.

In the process of non-stop impact. Agnes looked at Charles, her expression full of shock, anger, unwillingness, and even some pain. However, even with her expression, Charles continued to ram without stopping.

In the midst of this desperate impact, Agnes's struggle slowly weakened. In the end, she didn't struggle anymore, and it seemed that she had fainted.

Even so. Charles didn't dare to let go, he still hugged each other tightly, carefully observing.

After a long while, he finally confirmed that the other party had indeed fainted.

"Hah......" he let out a long sigh of relief. Then let go of the arm. Agnes fell. Lay down on the carpet.

And at this time, Charles also felt the consequences of the rough behavior just now—his head ached so badly that it almost turned around.

It was only after stumbling to the table that he finally came to his senses.

"Sir...... You, are you alright? Fran's worried greeting rang out from beside him.

"Hmm...... Hmm......" Charles shook his head slightly, trying to make himself more conscious, "It's okay, I'm okay now." ”

Then. He turned his head to look.

His sister was standing next to him, looking timidly at him. There were still residual tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, obviously frightened.

I must have scared her with such a rude gesture...... He thought to himself.

No, it's not just what you did, it's ...... And those words that Agnes said.

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a little flustered.

In addition to being flustered, he regretted more that he regretted why he actually pulled his sister in, and as a result, she heard and saw such a terrible thing.

"Fran, don't be afraid, don't be afraid! Calm down! He hurriedly shouted in a low voice, then reached out and held his forehead, forcibly holding back the dizziness, "Come, come, come to my brother." ”

At this time, Charles's head and clothes were already messy, and because he didn't rest last night and suddenly broke out, his eyes were also bloodshot, if it was a little girl he didn't know, he would be shocked, right?

However, Fran did not hesitate at all, carefully avoiding her aunt's body on the ground and leaning closer to Charles's side.

"Are you alright, sir?" She asked with concern.

"Poor boy!" Charles couldn't help but sigh, "I'm fine, don't worry about me, I'm worried about you!" You weren't scared by your brother, were you? I'm sorry...... Because of the urgency of the situation, I had no choice but to do so. ”

"I understand you, ......sir," Fran replied softly, looking down, "I was startled at first, but now it's much better......"

"Well, that's good, that's good." Charles felt as if something was ringing outside his ears, and he was buzzing all the time, "What she said just now is all nonsense, and she must have lied intentionally to make us angry, don't believe it, okay?" ”

Fran subconsciously glanced at Agnes lying on the ground, and did not answer immediately.

"That's a lie, it's not true, do you understand?!" Charles raised his voice. "Don't believe her ridiculous stories!"

Perhaps because it was rare to see her brother speak so violently, Fran shivered slightly.

"Well, I know, that's fake, she's lying." As if to reassure him, Fran hurriedly repeated.

"Well, that's it, don't be afraid, I'm here every time, and no one can hurt you." Charles pulled her into his arms, then lowered his head and looked at her seriously, "No matter what, you are my sister and my dearest, and no rumors can break the bond between us, understand?" Do you understand? ”

Whether it's true or not, we must treat it as a fake, and I will never leave you - Charles revealed his mind plainly.

As if sensing Charles' enthusiasm, Fran froze.

Finally, she nodded slightly.

"Okay, then that's it, there's nothing to worry about, although there were some accidents, but after all, now that everything is back under our control, I can solve it." Charles pretended to squeeze out a smile with ease.

"That'...... That's next. What should we do? ”

"First, we have to find a way to hide people, but we can't keep them here. If the person who is not strict is now bad. Well, just hide in the attic. Enduring the growing pain in his head, Charles thought nervously, "Go and call old Jacques, I'll have a good discussion with him." ”

He felt dizzy, as if he couldn't walk anymore.

"Hmm." Fran nodded slightly, then gently broke away from his embrace.

"Wait......" Charles suddenly bowed his head. Then he stuck out his tongue and gently licked a teardrop from the corner of her eye, "You clean yourself up first." Don't make jokes. ”

A little salty, and seems a little sweet?

"Sir!" A slight flush flashed across Fran's face, then wiped her tears from her sleeve before she rearranged her clothes. Then he ran out at a brisk pace.

………………

"Oh God!"

When the old servant followed Fran back to the reception room. When he saw this mess, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Don't sigh, it's important to get down to business!" Charles replied angrily.

"Yes...... Yes, young master," the servant quickly came back to his senses, "and what do you tell me to do?" ”

"First, tie her up and send her to the attic." Charles lifted his chin. Motioning to Agnes, who had passed out, "Watch out for secrecy. Don't let anyone else see it, and start watching the servants today so that they don't get into trouble. ”

"Yes!" The servant hurriedly agreed, and then hesitated a little, "That'...... It's already happening like this, should we tell the master? ”

"Of course! What's the point of hiding it now?! Charles replied angrily, "I'll talk to him later." ”

"That's good." The servant also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Once you've taken care of this, you go ...... Well, go to Daddy, tell him that Agnes is now in my hands, and there is no way to threaten his life for the time being. Let him get out of there on his own, be careful and heal, and then go where he loves, and never come back. With an uncontrollable anger, Charles ordered word by word, "You sue him, as long as he doesn't cause trouble, my sister and I will live well, please don't interfere with our lives again, I saved his life once, the debt has been paid, and I don't want to see him again!" ”

The old servant listened to him with a slightly bowed face, the expression on his face obviously a little pained, but at last he nodded.

"Okay, young master, I'll tell him exactly as it is."

"I'm going to ...... too Let me take a look! Fran said suddenly.

"Huh?" Charles turned his head and looked at Fran quizzically.

"If you never see your dad again, let me meet again, right? It's been so many years...... After all these years, I should have seen him once, right? Tears glistened again in the corners of her eyes, "Sir, I just wanted to say something to him, as a daughter, ask my father why he treats us like this...... Then, just like you, I will never leave him alone......"

Seeing her so sad, the old servant who had been watching her grow up couldn't help but feel compassion. "Young master, let the young lady go and see him too, and say something goodbye...... It's a daughter, after all. ”

Charles was silent.

The exhaustion of sleepless nights and the pain that haunted his head made him feel physically and mentally exhausted, as if his whole head was about to crack.

That's right, what's the reason why a daughter shouldn't see her father? Although I don't know if it's the real father......

No, it has to be a real father.

"Okay, then you take her there, but be careful, don't talk too long." He sighed slightly, "Let's finish this here first, quick, hurry up and tie her up!" I...... I'll take a break, and there are more important things to deal with later, so you can do it quickly......"

Obviously, just grabbing Agnes doesn't mean the matter is settled. The "incriminating evidence" that threatens him is still lying honestly somewhere, and he needs to find a way to eliminate it next...... But that's why he needs to rest even more now.

So, without further ado, he stumbled into a chair, then fell asleep on the table.

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Next. The old servant followed Charles's instructions and tied up the sleeping Agnes and quietly carried her to the attic with another reliable maid.

And then. He took Fran into the carriage.

On the carriage galloping all the way, Fran kept her head down, her expression was very strict, and she looked very worried, and she could see that she was in a very depressed mood.

This situation made the old servant feel a little unbearable.

"Miss, do you want to open something...... Sometimes people can only face reality. After all, although the master is like that, at least your grandfather and young master value you very much. You don't have to be discouraged by your master. ”

As if awakened from a dream, Fran looked up.

Then she forced a grin, a smile that pale a little.

"Thank you. I'm in a much better mood......"

What a good boy. At this time, you have to force a smile! The old servant couldn't help but sigh in her heart, and then she couldn't help but blame her father secretly.

………………

When the carriage outside the door slowly stopped, Kong Ze, who had been here all night, finally waited for the person who gave him his final instructions.

Although his boss didn't come this time, he certainly knew Charles's sister, and he didn't wonder why the young lady had suddenly come to such a place.

Sticking to his previous principles, he continued to pretend that he didn't see anything and didn't ask anything. He just bowed slightly to the two of them.

"Thank you for your help, sir. But now your mission is over. It's time to get out of here. The old servant gave him an order in place of Charles, "It is better to leave him alone here to recuperate now, and leave him alone after that." ”

"Don't care about him anymore?" Kong Ze was a little stunned, of course he didn't know what had happened to Charles.

"Yes, you can leave here with your own people, leave him alone, he's safe now." Fran answered, her voice low but clear, "Thank you for my brother, sir...... We will repay you for your favor, though not now. ”

Wow, this family is so weird! Dad was injured like that, but as a result, all of them were sons and daughters who didn't take it seriously? Kong Ze's heart was full of doubts.

Forget it, since my daughter doesn't care, what else do I care? As they get it themselves, I'd better not mix it up...... As long as you take the credit safely.

He quickly made up his mind.

"Yes, miss." He bowed, and then carried out the other party's order.

Looking at the back of Kong Ze and the others leaving, Fran was speechless for a long time, until a moment later, as if she had made up her mind, she turned her head to look at the old servant. "I'll go see my father, you can wait for me below."

"Yes, miss." The servant nodded hurriedly. "He's in the bedroom on the second floor, and you can see it when you go up and open the door."

After a pause, he added, "Miss, the master is injured now, and his spirit is not good, you ...... You'd better stop arguing with him and just say a few words......"

"I know, thank you." Fran smiled and nodded.

Then Fran walked up the stairs step by step, her steps small but with an indescribable firmness.

After walking to the door, without the slightest hesitation, she opened the door, and then, just in time to meet the eyes of the middle-aged man on the bed.

……………………

Mr. Edgar de Treville, he was in a pretty good mood at this time.

Although he had just experienced a terrible fight, he finally escaped with his life at the last moment, and what could be more satisfying than escaping death? At least not in his opinion.

So, when he woke up from bed again, he forgot about the terrible scene of his previous life and the unpleasant conversation with his son, and returned to that rather leisurely state - but unfortunately, those painting tools were not brought with him, and there was no way to paint a picture to commemorate the rest of his life.

Just as he was lying on the bed, sighing boredly about such a thing, the door suddenly opened.

He subconsciously looked towards the door.

A girl with a long gold dress, a white dress, and a pink jacket appeared in the doorway.

Although there was no expression on her face and her hands were behind her back, her delicate face was enough to fascinate people. The blue pupils are as deep as a clear spring.

What a beautiful girl.

I guess you can draw it into a painting.

A smile appeared on the face of this middle-aged prodigal, and there was an extremely rare sincerity in this smile.

"Girl, see Daddy. Happy, right? ”

Fran didn't answer, but walked in step by step, as if a little defensive.

"Oh, it seems to be unhappy...... But it's no wonder. The middle-aged man smiled and sighed, obviously understanding the other party's mood at the moment, "But, kid." Don't keep a straight face, let's be happy......"

"We, have we seen each other before?" After walking not far from the bed. Fran asked in a low voice.

Although he was a little surprised that the first words of the father and daughter after meeting again were like this, Edgar nodded, "Yes, that day." On top of your brother's prom. We've seen it. ”

"So the person wearing the mask is you." Fran nodded slightly, as if she understood something, "Thank you for comforting me that night." ”

"Nothing, isn't that how it should be?" Edgar was still smiling, exuding a well-trained charm, "Why, looking at the way you look, you still haven't accepted the fact that Daddy is back?" ”

"Yes......" Fran bowed her head. I'm ...... now I'm conflicted right now and don't know...... I don't know what to do with you. ”

"That's why I don't want to be in front of you. I'm going to make it hard for you! The middle-aged man sighed, looking a little depressed, "Okay, okay...... It doesn't matter, whatever you do to me, I deserve it. ”

Generally speaking, when he sees this depressed expression on his face, a woman, let alone a girl, must relent, and this is a skill he has tried and tested.

"Shall we do whatever we want?" Fran looked up at her father.

"Yes, whatever, like your brother." The middle-aged man replied with a smile, "But, good boy, you are soft-hearted, you will definitely not be as ruthless as him, right?" ”

Then he stretched out his hands.

"Come, child, come to Daddy, have a good cry, and when you are done crying, Daddy will leave here, and I won't trouble you again......"

His ardent expectations could not be rewarded as expected.

yes, if it's my brother, I won't hesitate now, right? In the girl's mind, she suddenly recalled her brother's violent heroism just now.

So, I won't hesitate anymore.

"So, can you grant me a request?" Fran asked in a trembling voice.

"Request?" The middle-aged man was a little surprised.

"Just now, just now...... Aunt Agnes came to our house. ”

"Huh? Where did she go? ”

"She wanted to ask her brother to hand you over, but he refused her request, and then they clashed, and now his brother has arrested her, so you are safe now." Looking at her father with cold eyes, Fran spoke slowly. "What my brother means is that you take care of your injuries first, and then leave here, never come back."

"Well done Charles!" The middle-aged man couldn't help but applaud his son. "Now I'm relieved."

"But, in the midst of this, Aunt Agnes told us one thing, one very important thing."

"What's the matter?"

She said she had dug up ...... Mother's grave," Fran hesitated, but finally chose to continue using the word, "and then, inside...... You know what she's going to see, right? ”

The middle-aged man's face instantly became ugly, and his face, which was already bloodless, was now as white as paper.

It seemed that it was true, and Fran suddenly felt a pain in her heart.

She struggled to contain her emotions and glared at her father.

"I want to ask you, am I my mother's daughter?"

"Is this really important?" The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, and finally sighed, "Anyway, now that you are Miss Treville, you will definitely continue to be in the future, because Charles and Dad love you so much." In that case, isn't that enough? Child, why do we have to get to the bottom of it? ”

"It's a very important question to me, and I have to know." Fran insisted on not backing down, "Please sue me!" ”

Seeing Fran so anxious, the middle-aged man finally "suddenly realized".

"You are my daughter, the sister of Charles, don't be afraid, we are all your relatives and will not leave you." He comforted Fran. "There are some things that everyone will be considerate of."

"No, I'm not! I don't want to be your daughter! People like you! Fran shouted. I don't want to be your daughter! ”

Although he was already angry and excited. But her upbringing from an early age still led her to subconsciously use honorifics, which seemed quite interesting, but - the person concerned would not find it interesting.

Perhaps angry with his daughter's attitude, the middle-aged man frowned. "Why do you have to be angry like that? I don't think that's any harm to you, right? ”

Fran slowly regained her composure, but her eyes seemed to be clouded by a layer of fog, and she didn't look as bright as she had just gone.

It wasn't the answer she wanted.

"I would like to ask you to write a letter, briefly. Sue grandpa and brother, I am not your daughter, but after you killed your mother. Raised from elsewhere. She decided not to waste any more time and just said what she was asking for, "I hate you so much, people like you. Not qualified to be my father. In this case, it is better to cut it in two at the root! ”

"Hey, what are you thinking?" The middle-aged man was a little anxious, and he looked at Fran in confusion, as if he didn't know her anymore.

He was incomprehensible, and to be honest, no one could understand the thoughts that were spinning in the girl's heart at this time.

"I've thought it through, I don't care who I really am, anyway. I definitely don't want to have anything to do with a murderer like you...... Yes, I don't want to admit that I'm your daughter. So I want you to admit it too, now, hurry up and write! ”

"It was really an accident back then! I'm not a murderer! The middle-aged man couldn't help but argue. Also, what kind of stupidity are you doing? What's so bad about being Miss Treville? You don't have to be angry with me, right? ”

Fran frowned.

"Since I was five years old, I've never been able to get what I wanted, and it's definitely the same this time." She whispered.

"What?" The middle-aged man was stunned at first, and then shocked. "Hey! What do you have in your hands? ”

Fran's hand, which had been hiding behind his back, finally appeared, but at this point, there was one more thing in his hand.

An axe.

It's not big, but it's probably enough to cut people.

This axe appeared in the corner of the room before she went upstairs, and because she subconsciously felt that she could use it, she quietly placed it behind her.

As a result, it really came in handy.

"Listen, I'm only going to say it once, I have to have you write this thing today, or ...... Otherwise, I'll do it," Fran's breathing was rapid, and she was obviously very excited now, and the axe was tossing up and down with her breathing, and the blade shone with a dangerous cold light, and her expression seemed to be almost exactly the same as when Charles had charged at her aunt.

In her eyes, it was reasonable for her brother to do anything - so if it was reasonable, why couldn't he follow suit? No, we should try to emulate it.

She was deeply touched by her brother's decisive action for the sake of need, so this girl, who idolized her brother, quickly made up her mind.

"What do you want? Do you have a knife and axe against your father! The middle-aged man shouted anxiously.

"Why not? What qualifications do you have to claim to be your father? What have you done that deserves my respect?! Fran asked loudly, his momentum completely suppressing his father's roar, "In that case, then you should do one last thing worthy of respect!" ”

"You're ......!"

"This is my unchangeable will, so you have no right to refuse...... No, people like you, are not qualified to say no at all. She looked at her father coldly, then took out a pen and paper from her arms, "I'll give you three minutes, you write it for me quickly, otherwise...... Otherwise, I won't care about the consequences! ”

Fran got closer and closer, and the axe in his hand gradually lifted.

Now that I'm injured, it's impossible to resist it. The middle-aged man thought in a hurry.

He still didn't have that guts after all.

"Okay, okay!" He sighed dejectedly, "Whatever you want me to write, I'll write it......"

She was so disgusted with me that she was so disgusted with me! Is this God's retribution for me?

For the first time in his life, this ordinary flashy and prodigal middle-aged man had doubts about his life.

………………

As Fran watched, Edgar wrote everything she wanted to write and signed her name.

Although his handwriting is a little crooked and weak because of his weakness, he can still see that it is a very beautiful font with an artistic atmosphere.

Fran carefully tucked the text message into her arms.

Then, she turned to look at the middle-aged man.

What to do with him?

Killed?

Maybe that's the safest thing to do......

But it's one thing to threaten your father with an axe, it's another thing to kill your father with an axe. Whether she was a father or not, she couldn't make up her mind to kill someone.

"Please get out of here, never come back! Don't write to us, we don't need any of this at all! With a frustrated chagrin, she shouted loudly, then threw away the axe, turned and ran out of the room.

Behind her, there was a helpless sigh. (To be continued!)

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