Flowers, Swords and France

After hearing his aunt's tone, Charles couldn't help but frown. — .{2}{3}{w}{x}]

This commanding tone was rarely used to him now, but he still tried to calm down his mood.

"So, you are now asking us to hand over my father and kill him?" He asked in as gentle a tone as possible.

"He is your father, but he is also a despicable murderer!" Agnes replied sharply. "And you, do you want to protect this despicable murderer? The murderer who killed your mother?"

"I'm afraid I can't accept your statement. It was an accident." Charles shook his head gently, and he felt that Fran's hands were shaking a little.

"Accident...really? Is it really an accident? Couldn't it be that he did it intentionally?" Agnes sneered, "Besides, even if it was an accident, shouldn't you kill my sister and your mother?" Did you pay any price? No, that's impossible, sir. It's useless. Give him to me immediately."

"No, this won't work. I can't let you kill him like this." Charles rejected him again, "Yes, I do have a lot of dissatisfaction with him, but I can't just ignore him, right?"

"You..." Agnes was shaking with anger, "You do remember that you have a father, but what about your mother? Don't you remember her? Does she deserve such a fate?"

Looking at Charles's appearance, she couldn't help but sneer again, "That's right, your surname is Treville after all. How come your heart is towards us? Charles. Let me ask you again, where is he?"

"I... still have no comment." Charles shook his lips, and then gently pushed Fran with his hand. He signaled for her to say something soft, "Speaking of which, this is your first time coming to our house after so many years?"

Fran's hand that was supporting him also squeezed gently, indicating that she was ready.

"I wish I never had to come." Agnes replied coldly, "You don't have to call your grandfather over. I don't want to see him. If he hadn't wanted to protect him wholeheartedly, how could things have turned out like this? ?”

"So, does your hatred for our family include even one of our children?" Charles couldn't help but frown. Then he stepped aside, allowing the two of them to meet each other's eyes, "Look at your niece, how scared is she by you?"

Fran looked at her aunt hesitantly. Then he stood up slightly nervously. He was still trembling slightly.

"Hello, Aunt Agnes..." She greeted the other party in a trembling voice, "I wonder if you still remember me?"

This timid look almost makes everyone feel pity for him.

However, her aunt was unmoved.

"I do know you, Miss Treville." She replied rather coldly, "But I want to talk about important things now and I don't have time to chat with you. I'm sorry."

Seeing how difficult it was to say hello, Fran couldn't help but exchange a look with her brother.

There's something wrong with this... A doubt flashed through Ciel's mind.

He clearly remembered it when he was a child. How could this aunt, who loved her sister very much, become so cold and even hostile today? Too weird?

What's even more strange is...since they met, she has never asked her sister how she is doing, not even once.

Why is this? Is it just because of the grudge between you and your father? So why do you still have some reservations about my attitude?

A trace of inexplicable panic flashed through his heart. At this moment, he suddenly felt that leaving his sister here might not be a wise choice.

Fran didn't realize that her brother was nervous now. Although she suffered a blow at the beginning, she still followed her brother's instructions and continued to deal with this scary-looking aunt.

"Aunt, I actually understand your feelings very well. Mom... Mom has experienced something like that, and it's really hard not to sympathize with me." A little tear appeared in the corner of her eyes, making her words even more sincere. "However, things are already like this. What can we do except face reality? So what? After God took away my mother, you will take away my father? Then...I, I am really miserable, isn't it? I beg you, do it for the sake of God. Come on, for the sake of our brothers and sisters, please spare our father...I will definitely make him apologize to you..."

While talking, she also started crying, obviously thinking about sad things.

However, although she spoke very poignantly, this cry-inducing plea did not move Agnes's heart at all.

"This is our business, you are not qualified to take care of it, miss." She replied with a sneer, "I said, I don't have time to chat with you, and I don't want to see you, so you don't need to say any more, my will is It will never change!”

Such a decisive answer seemed to express a mood that no longer wanted to negotiate. Fran's face became very ugly, and she was clearly shocked by her aunt's heartless words.

This also announced that Ciel's plan to use Fran's affection to impress her was completely bankrupt.

Fatigue, boredom, and anger all hit Charles's heart.

"Does that mean you don't want to consider our opinions at all?"

"Yes, I only want that person's life, I don't want anything else." Agnes replied without any hesitation, "It's useless what you say, I won't change my mind. It's better Said... I feel very sad for you, Charles. I thought you didn't know the truth at first, so I didn't reveal it to you. But... I didn't expect that after you learned the truth, you still chose to protect that beast. You... …Are you worthy of your mother?”

"This is my personal matter. I think I'm more qualified to make the decision than you." Seeing that the soft approach didn't work at all, Ciel also chose to be tough.

He let go of Fran's hand, then walked up to the other party and looked directly at the other party's face, "In other words, you are not here for negotiation today, but for the ultimatum?"

"Yes, that's it." Agnes nodded. "If it weren't for you, then I wouldn't even negotiate."

"Thank you for your kindness to me," Charles smiled coldly, "But I still want to ask...what will happen to you if I reject your negotiation?"

Out of irritation, Agnes tightened her grip and raised the umbrella slightly. So much so that Ciel had the illusion that she would take action later.

However, the umbrella was finally put down.

"In that case, I will have no choice but to give up taking care of you."

"What's the meaning?"

"I will make this scandal public in society, in newspapers, and anywhere, and then formally challenge your father to a duel." Agnes's expression was very calm. It was obvious that he had already made up his mind. "So, Charles, listen to my advice. For your own sake, don't do stupid things again. I don't want to get to this point. You are still young and have your own future. You don't need to get involved in this kind of thing. For that Such a bastard makes his own future..."

The words that followed her clearly contained unspeakable deep love. But Charles could no longer hear her. He was deeply shocked by his aunt's previous words.

Does she want to expose this kind of thing?

No, this won't work, absolutely not!

If this matter becomes public, it will be a huge blow to the reputation of the Treville family - and it will definitely affect his future, not to mention that his father and grandfather are still suspected of committing crimes.

He couldn't let this happen no matter what. At this time, there was only one thought left in his mind.

"...If there is no evidence, this kind of thing cannot be accepted..." he asked rather dryly, "This is just a rumor!"

"Chasing rumors? No, Charles, we have found out the truth a long time ago..." Agnes shook her head gently, obviously telling him not to take chances anymore. "There is evidence for this."

Charles's heart seemed to be under heavy pressure, and he was a little panicked for a moment.

"This is impossible, it's been so many years!" He retorted loudly, as if unwilling to accept the reality.

"Yes, it has indeed been many years, but the crime will not disappear because of the passage of time." Agnes still sneered, and then suddenly added in a very strange tone, "We Isn’t there a piece of evidence in front of me?”

"In front of us?" Charles frowned.

Then he seemed to understand something and looked back at Fran, who had been sitting on the chair blankly, "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean...?" The smile on Agnes's face suddenly collapsed, and then turned into a twisted expression that combined shock, hatred and coldness.

"Do you really want to hear it? Okay... then I'll tell you a story..."

"What do you mean?" Charles took another step closer.

"Listen quietly, I hope you can remain calm after listening." Agnes's expression was still so horrifying, "Ten years ago, I received conclusive testimony, confirming that my sister's death was not After pure accident, I made a decision."

"What decision?" Charles asked doubtfully.

"I..." Agnes' tone became a little creepy, "I decided to bring my sister's remains back to our home."

"You dug my mother's grave?"

Not only was Ciel shocked, but Fran couldn't help but scream. "Ah! You! How could you do this!"

In this era, when most Paris citizens died, their graves were hastily buried in the cemetery or even just buried. However, the Treville family naturally would not be so simple. Since returning to China, Duke Treville set up a house in a manor. The remains of his father who died during the Revolution were also moved here. Naturally, Charles's mother was also buried there. However, although he, the young master, had to go with him during the burial, he did not go there a few times afterwards.

"Why can't I do this? I killed my sister and at the same time hypocritically buried her in my own cemetery. Is there anything more shameful than this?" Agnes replied sharply, as if her whole body was shaking with anger. Trembling, "And then...guess what I discovered then?"

Ciel's whole body felt chilled by her gaze, but he could barely maintain his composure.

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"What did you find?"

"Inside the open coffin, I... In addition to the remains of my sister, I also saw the remains of another person. No, it can't be said to be another person... because, then..."

She suddenly sneered. But in Ciel's opinion, this smile was more terrifying than any scowl.

"Those are the remains of a baby!"

There was a loud bang.

Fran fell off the chair. She gasped violently, like a drowning person, and her whole body was covered in sweat.

Ciel's condition wasn't much better, his face was twitching uncontrollably.

"No! This is impossible! You are lying to me!"

Although he was shouting this, he had a vague feeling in his heart that this might be true. so……

That can explain her change in attitude towards Fran.

"I lied to you, why should I lie to you? It's true, Charles. My sister and her baby are dead. It's not wrong to think about it. How could she keep the baby in that situation? We were all fooled. , Hahahahaha!" Agnes's smile deepened. The hatred in it is even more palpable. "When I saw the remains, I cried... because I imagined the scene. She was rolling on the ground and wailing, and your father was standing next to her, watching indifferently! She was in pain, it was so painful. No, the pain was unbearable. She was crying to God for help, but no one helped her. As a result, she died in pain. . In the end, the child was taken away... When I think of this, my heart hurts! She suffered such a terrible injustice. It would be so pitiful if no one could redress her injustice, wouldn't it? Therefore, I must kill the dog. Only in this way can my heart stop cramping, and only in this way can my sister pass away peacefully."

Ciel no longer knew how to answer, and his mind became confused. This fact was so shocking that as calm as he was, he didn't know how to deal with it at this moment.

Agnes didn't look at Ciel anymore, but turned to look at Fran on the ground. "Miss Treville, did you hear that? Well, don't look so pitiful in front of me. Although it's not your fault, the more you act like this, the more you can only make me angry. Who are you? Is it the child that that bastard picked up from the roadside? Or, what is more sinister is that you are that person's illegitimate daughter, but you ended up replacing your sister's daughter and enjoying the honor she deserves?

Forget it, I don't want to pursue this issue anymore. It doesn't matter who you are. In short, I don't care about you. You are Miss Treville, but you are not my sister's daughter, and therefore you are not my niece. I have no relatives like you. Even when I think that you have usurped the position of my relatives, I can only feel sad in my heart. anger……"

"It's not like this... It's not like this..." Fran was already unconscious, lying on the ground, muttering unconsciously, her tears kept flowing, and each drop fell on the stall, leaving a wet stain. .

His aunt's harsh words and his sister's crying finally made Charles wake up from his momentary trance.

Regardless of whether what she said was true or not, the fact was now obvious - his aunt had some evidence of his father's evil deeds, and therefore had a big scandal that could hit him.

This is no longer his father's business, but is related to his own vital interests.

An important handle is now in the hands of others. This time it can be solved by handing over the father. What about the future? Will everything be calm in the future?

Should I listen to my aunt? And then put your fate in the hands of others?

No, even an aunt cannot do this.

Absolutely not.

He suddenly felt his knees weaken, and then he fell to the ground, tears flowing out at the same time.

"Why did it become like this..." His weak voice was like a whine.

Seeing Charles behave like this, Agnes finally stopped talking and walked up to Charles.

"Char, stop crying, you have to act like a man! How did I teach you back then? Look at what you look like now!" She said to Charles with encouragement, half blaming her for doing things, "This little blow is nothing. , you didn’t do anything wrong, it was all that bastard’s fault He only needs to use his own life to pay for the sins he committed! And you, you have a great future, and no one can hurt you. So, look, do you still want to protect that beast? In a word, tell me his current address..."

Although she was full of hatred for Edgar and even the Marquis of Treville, in her eyes, Charles was undoubtedly her sister's son and her relative. She didn't want this relative she had cared for since childhood to be ruined because of her - threatening to expose the matter was just her last resort. She and Ciel didn't want this to happen.

However, her feelings could not be conveyed to Ciel's heart, or even if they could be conveyed, the result would not be any different.

Both siblings were crying on the ground, like a sad accompaniment.

Charles was still crying, as if he had lost consciousness.

"Okay, stand up!" Agnes frowned, reached out and patted his shoulder, "This is so embarrassing!"

Ciel stood up obediently.

"Stop crying, it's really disgusting to see, a man..." Agnes scolded and patted her shoulder. She felt as if she had returned to the time when she taught him swordsmanship. Her hand also unconsciously let go of the umbrella in her hand. .

However, she forgot that this nephew had grown up for ten years.

At that moment, Ciel threw himself into her arms and hugged her waist tightly.

When Agnes reacted, her hands and feet were already tightly bound. The difference in strength between men and women made it impossible for her to break free from the tight embrace.

Damn! She opened her eyes wide.

Then, the nephew's head quickly hit her head.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Once, twice, three times, she finally lost consciousness in the collisions.

Her biggest mistake was to forget that this nephew... was also a Treville. (To be continued...)

ps: Three more chapters completed~~~

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