Flowers, Swords and France

After hearing that Fran had temporarily escaped the danger of life, Charlotte took great pains to hide her disappointment.

"Oh my god, how pitiful! May God bless her!" Charlotte exclaimed loudly with a panic and sadness that seemed to be completely unpretentious, "I never thought that she would encounter such a disaster... It's terrible."

After the meaningless exclamation ended, Charlotte looked at Charles again. "Charles, although this disaster is very sad, you should not be too sad. Don't forget that there are still many things that need you to deal with..."

"I know... I know... I will deal with other things after Fran is more stable." Charles kept talking to himself, but he didn't seem to be convincing.

Looking at Charles's lost soul, Charlotte couldn't help but frowned slightly.

It's been like this since childhood, it's been like this since childhood... Once something happens to his sister, he will become so panicked, not like his usual self at all.

If I encounter the same accident, will he be so worried about me? Charlotte thought to herself with a little jealousy.

However, she knew in her heart that now was not the time to argue with Charles about this matter.

"Charles, I understand your feelings, but... you can't be depressed because of this matter!" Charlotte's tone became heavier, and she looked at Charles seriously, "You can care about her and love her, but don't forget that you are not a doctor. It won't help even if you are around her all day! On the contrary, if you can maintain everything you deserve, there are the best doctors to take care of her - don't you understand this now? Charles. What you need now is to sleep first, and then go to your department with full energy. Finish what you should do!"

Charles was speechless.

He naturally understood this truth, but it was only understanding. But when it came to doing it, it was not that simple? Since Fran was seriously injured, he had difficulty sleeping all night, let alone handling official business.

"Okay, thank you for your reminder, I will pay attention... Wait a little longer, I will go there after a while." Finally, he reluctantly answered Charlotte.

"Charles, Charlotte is right, listen to her!" At this moment. The voice of the Marquis of Treville also sounded behind Charles.

Charles and Charlotte quickly turned their eyes and greeted the old marquis respectfully.

"Go to bed, boy." The old man's face was full of unstoppable fatigue, as if even the wrinkles had deepened a little. "After sleeping, hurry up to do your own things, and I will do the same, I have to sleep too."

"But, if we are not here..." Charles was still a little hesitant.

"But what? Apart from herself, who else will harm her now!" The old man shouted at Charles, obviously very tired and anxious. He didn't sleep last night, so his mental state is also very bad now. "Listen to my orders and go to sleep quickly. Then complete our work with full energy! For us now, is there anything more meaningful to do? Or are you doubting me. Think that I don't love her as much as you do, right?!"

In front of his grandfather's anger. Charles finally didn't dare to say a word.

He knew that this anger was not only from anxiety and fatigue. It also came from the truth that Charles told him in panic last night.

An old man over 70 suddenly heard that his granddaughter had terrible and unreasonable thoughts about his grandson, and secretly did everything she could to become an accomplice of a murderer. After learning this fact, he didn't go crazy, but was anxious and angry, which was already very precious.

Now Charles didn't know how to face his grandfather at all.

"Okay, I understand. I'll go to bed right now." Charles nodded repeatedly in agreement, and then he looked at his grandfather with apology, "Sorry, it's all... my fault... I messed everything up."

"Yes, it's bad enough, I just ask you not to make it worse!" The old marquis shouted at Charles loudly, "Now, get out of my sight, go to bed honestly, and I'll deal with you when I have the energy!"

"Okay, I'll go right now!" The old man's scolding finally made Charles shudder. He looked at his sister who was still in a coma at the door, then slowly turned around and walked back to his bedroom with heavy steps.

"Asshole!" Looking at Charles's gradually leaving back, the Marquis of Treville still cursed angrily, and it was obvious that his anger had not subsided.

However, he knew in his heart that the person who was most responsible for all these terrible disasters was not his grandson at all. And this person who was responsible couldn't just leave him alone now.

Oh... How come I have to face such a thing at this age! He couldn't help cursing in his heart, and his white hair almost stood up.

Seeing this, Charlotte no longer doubted that Fran's so-called "accident" was not an accident, but there was something hidden in it.

However, she felt that judging from the performance of the two grandparents, it would be better not to ask about this matter now.

So, she stayed quietly beside the Marquis of Treville, waiting for the old man's dispatch.

After gritting his teeth for a while, the Marquis of Treville finally regained his composure.

"Charlotte, you came at the right time today. Charles and I have suffered enough, and we still need to take a rest. You can handle all the family matters later."

"Okay, I understand." Charlotte nodded slightly, "Then you have a good rest, I will help you take care of it."

"Not just today, but also in the future." Marquis Treville calmly ordered his grandniece, "From today on, you stay here. You will be in charge of everything in the house, including taking care of Fran. I and Charles has to do more important things, so he can’t take care of so much!”

"Huh?" Charlotte was obviously a little surprised by Marquis Treville's suggestion, "But..."

"It's okay, Charlotte," the old man waved his hand, signaling Charlotte not to shirk anymore, "You are going to be the hostess anyway, so what can you do if it's earlier? Don't worry about others when things get tough. Whatever you say, think about it.”

"Okay..." Seeing the old man's determination, Charlotte had no choice but to put aside his hesitation and agreed. "If you wish."

It is not a decent act for an unmarried couple to live together before getting married. If word spread, it will definitely be unsightly - but at this time, we can't pay attention to etiquette or public opinion.

"Also, you should continue to pay attention to the wedding. If it doesn't work, ask your father to help organize it, because the wedding must go on as usual, and there is absolutely no room for any delay." In a tone that could not be refused, the old man continued He continued.

Then, he frowned again, "This matter will definitely spread, and then there will be all kinds of rumors. For us, we must remain completely calm, there can be no panic at all - everything must be maintained As it is. Besides, the matter is too involved and there is no room for any mistakes... Charlotte, I have really worked hard on you during this time, and Charles and I will be grateful to you."

After hearing the old man's hint, Charlotte's face paled slightly. She understood that this meant that Louis Bonaparte had agreed to his party's plan to launch a coup on the eve of the wedding - so the wedding had to be held as scheduled anyway.

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In this way, he resolutely ensured that his long-cherished wish would be fulfilled.

She didn't know whether she should be happy or sad.

However, now is not the time to think about such things.

"Why would you say such things among a family?" Charlotte lowered her gaze slightly with a hint of shame. "Grandpa, you must take care of yourself and don't work too hard."

"Hahahaha..." Seeing Charlotte's shy look, Marquis Treville couldn't help but laugh. Although the smile was full of bitterness, he still looked a little more relaxed after all.

"Finally there are some things to be happy about! Well, you can deal with it first. I must take a nap. I am really too tired." The old man yawned with uncontrollable tiredness, " All disasters, at least in sleep, cannot knock me down..."

After a moment, he sighed again, "When Charles wakes up, you can also comfort him. Now he has also been hit hard and needs some comfort..."

After scolding him, he was still worried about his grandson after all.

"Don't worry, I'll do it."

"That's good...the comfort between a couple is countless times better than that of a bad old man like me. With your support, he will definitely be able to get rid of his depression." The old man nodded, then turned around and prepared to leave.

"Charlotte, I really hope you and Charles can support this family earlier and let me tease my great-grandson earlier! I'm tired, I've had enough!"

As he spoke, he slowly left.

The old man's originally straight back was now stooped, and he looked old and decadent, almost the same as his dying brother.

The sight of this dejected back made Charlotte's heart ache, and she even forgot to protest against his teasing.

After the old man disappeared, Charlotte sighed softly, turned and walked back to Fran's room, and walked quietly to the bedside.

Looking at Fran lying unconscious on the bed, she felt so inexplicable that she almost laughed out loud.

Even if you are not dead now, you will still fall into my hands.

Mary, who was sitting next to her, was looking at her warily, as if she was worried about something.

"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that I will strangle her to death?" Charlotte didn't look at Mary, but there was a sneer on her face, "I won't do something stupid like that, don't worry... …”(To be continued...)