Flowers, Swords and France

"What? Someone from their family came?" After hearing the other party's narration, Charles was completely shocked. His originally fuzzy mind suddenly became more clear, "Why?"

The in-laws who had not been in contact for decades suddenly came to visit. This was unusual no matter how you looked at it. Could it be...

A thought that was not very reassuring suddenly flashed through his mind. After all, the shadow left by the incident in the past has not been dissipated until now. Although he did not say it on the surface, and it was actually none of his business, Charles always had a guilty feeling.

However, he quickly denied it. If he wanted to hold someone responsible, what was the point of coming now if he had not come for more than ten years?

"Oh, what is it for?" After calming down, he asked softly.

"It's not a big deal," the servant replied with a smile, "I just want to seek help when I see that the master is now in power again. Sir, I heard that the Norderen family has not been doing well in the past ten years... Now that Treville has risen again, it is normal to want to borrow some light."

"Oh, is that so?" Charles suddenly realized, "Are they coming to us to get benefits?" "You can say that."

"Then how did grandpa answer them?"

"The master received them warmly and had a good chat with them." The servant replied tactfully.

In other words, nothing was actually promised? Charles understood that since grandpa meant this, he had nothing else to ask.

"Oh. I see, thank you."

But the servant did not leave directly, but seemed to be a little hesitant. He looked at Charles hesitantly.

"Sir, I think if you have spare time, it is not impossible to give them some free help. After all... after all... our family still owes them something. Besides... besides... they are also yours and your lady..."

"Owe? What do you mean?" Charles frowned and his tone became more severe. "Do we owe them anything?"

"Oh, sorry, sir. I was wrong. I just... just said it unintentionally. You don't have to take it to heart," the old servant knew that he had said something wrong. He quickly bent down to salute, "I mean, anyway, they are relatives. If they really come to ask you for help, you may not be unable to help..." Charles looked at the other party in a strange way, not understanding why this person who had always been very silent and steady suddenly talked so much.

"I'm sorry, I suddenly talked so much, sir. I just couldn't help it..." The old servant took a deep breath, as if there were many feelings in his tone. "Madam was very kind to us. She is a very good person."

For a while. Both of them were silent.

"Okay, I understand your request. I will help you if I have time in the future." After a moment, Charles finally nodded, "But you have to understand. This is not a matter of debt or compensation. Nothing happened between us and them. Nothing happened, understand?"

"Thank you, sir, I understand." Seeing that Charles had agreed, the servant seemed to feel relieved.

"Well, good night." Charles nodded, and then watched the other party leave.

After his grandfather's narration, Charles also knew that he was one of the participants in the handling of the concealment of the cause of his mother's death. Naturally, he had known these shameful secrets for a long time, so Charles did not want to hide anything in front of him. Similarly, because the other party could be absolutely trusted, Charles was not afraid to show his attitude.

Then, with a sense of relief, Charles also walked to his room and found some time to rest.

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Early the next morning, Charles got up and washed up, then came to the dining room and found that his grandfather and sister had come to the dining table early.

After exchanging a tacit glance with his grandfather and reaching a tacit understanding about what happened last night, Charles turned his eyes to Fran opposite him.

At this time, she was eating with her head down and did not notice Charles's sight.

"Fran?" He called softly.

"Hmm? What's the matter, sir?" Fran looked up and looked at her brother curiously with wide eyes.

The original childishness has been slowly taken off, and the seventeen-year-old girl has become more and more beautiful, but, perhaps because of the extra care, she still looks a little childish no matter how you look at her... Maybe this is just Charles's psychological effect. In his eyes, his sister is just like the past, the child who has always followed him and will never grow up.

Charles looked at his grandfather again, and found that he nodded and gave an affirmative answer. He looked at Fran again with a very warm smile on his face.

"Speaking of which, girl, your birthday is coming soon, right? Do you want a birthday present?"

"Of course," Fran replied quickly, "What gift are you going to give me?"

"Well..." Charles pretended to be silent, "Grandpa has already given you a gift, right? Are you satisfied with those paintings?"

"Very satisfied," Fran nodded, then smiled at her grandfather, "Thank you, Grandpa! It must have taken you a lot of time, right?"

"Oh, as long as you are satisfied." The Marquis de Treville clapped his hands gently, his doting expression was beyond words. "As long as our beauty is happy, what does it matter if we work harder?"

If he was still ignorant of everything as before, Charles would not see anything wrong with the Marquis's love for his granddaughter, but now... Charles suddenly felt that maybe it was because of some secret guilt for the death of Fran's mother that the Marquis de Treville was so obedient to Fran?

Forget it, it's better not to pursue this issue.

Charles threw away those meaningless thoughts and still smiled, "Well, grandpa did give me a difficult problem... I should give you a more expensive birthday gift..."

Fran looked straight at Charles, as if she was looking forward to it.

This kind of scene seems to have not appeared for a long time. How come this family suddenly lost its past harmony? Is this the price of success? Charles couldn't help but think about it again.

However, at least now, there is still a chance to remedy it.

"Well, as a gift, what do you think of a director?" Charles asked softly.

"Director?" Fran frowned, as if she didn't understand the word, "What's that?"

"Well... how should I put it... it's a senior official in a company, the kind that can get a high salary and own shares." Charles reluctantly gave an explanation that she could understand.

"What's even better is that the status is also very high." Marquis de Treville added. "You are still young and don't understand anything now, but you will understand it when the time comes."

The original text can be read in Liu # 9 @Shu/Bar!

He had discussed it with the old man in advance, and when the old marquis heard about his plan, he was overjoyed and hurriedly agreed to it - he knew that he had not much time left, so how could he snatch something that was destined to be left to his granddaughter?

"Is that so?" Fran finally understood the elders' ideas a little, and then she hesitated, "But is this really okay? I... I'm still so young, even if you let me take on the responsibility, I... I'm afraid I can't help, I still need to learn..."...

"Don't bother you to do anything, you're just taking a seat, Charlotte and I will take care of the rest for you." Charles answered directly.

Then, he explained his plan to Fran in detail.

At the beginning, Fran was still a little confused, but in the end, she slowly understood the meaning of her brother's arrangement.

"In other words, you plan to let me take a seat so that we can compete with the De-Bovan family in terms of numbers?"

There was some disappointment in Fran's tone, but Charles didn't fail to hear it, "Yes, that's it, I don't plan to let you do those boring things, since you like painting, just keep painting."

"If that's what you want, then so be it." Fran nodded gently, and finally no longer had any objections. "Thank you, sir."

Flan's reaction was a little flat, probably because she didn't understand the meaning. Well, she will understand it in the future.

"Very good, then I sincerely wish you a happy birthday." Charles nodded.

Then, in a good mood, he slowly started to eat.

Suddenly, he felt something strange while eating. He slowly raised his head and found that Fran was winking at him, as if he wanted to tell him something.

Is there anything that can't be said in front of grandpa? Charles was a little curious.

However, he met the other party's wish and made a gesture to the other party, indicating that Fran should come to his room to talk later.

Then, Charles, who finished his breakfast at ease, left the restaurant and returned to his room.

And as he expected, soon there was a light knock on the door. Charles immediately opened the door and brought Fran in.

"Tell me, what's the matter?" He looked at Fran with a smile, "It seems that you haven't come to see me for a long time."

"Sir, you are a busy man, I can't take up too much of your time." Fran's face was a little red, as if she was a little embarrassed.

"It doesn't matter, at least I am happy to serve you now." Charles shook his head to indicate that there was no hindrance.

"Thank you, sir..." Fran lowered her head slightly, as if she was a little hesitant and wanted to say something but stopped.

After a moment, she raised her head and looked at her brother, "Anyway, thank you very much for giving me such a gift..."

"Oh, it's nothing, as long as you are happy." Charles touched her hair, "You have grown up, I said I would consider your future. So, what did you want to tell me just now?"

"You... do you still remember your mother?"