Flowers, Swords and France

"Terrible?" Charlotte was a little confused by this word.

"Poor child, you don't know the inside story, so you don't know how terrible it is." Agnes sighed, "I know this. And I know that even though she is not Alice's daughter, she has nothing to do with it. Doubt is a member of the Treville family."

"Where does this start?" Charlotte was even more surprised, but she quickly reacted, "In other words, she is Edgar's illegitimate daughter?"

"Yes, it should be the daughter of that man and his old lover." Agnes sneered. "After my sister died due to dystocia, that man brought his illegitimate daughter back and claimed that it was Ellie. Si’s daughter—in this way, she got everything that originally belonged to my niece.”

"That person... was really capable of what he did and deserved to die miserably!" Charlotte suddenly felt a chill coming from her back. From her position, of course she would feel that her long-dead mother-in-law had suffered too much. Too bad, "No wonder you hate her so much..."

"I do hate her, but that's not why I say she's scary." Agnes was very calm, "So you should have discovered the contradiction, why Edgar deliberately left a handwritten note declaring that she was not him His daughter? Why did he write a fake document?”

"...That person couldn't be joking on purpose." Charlotte pondered for a moment, then suddenly realized. "Someone forced him to write it!"

After thinking about this, the cold air from behind became stronger and stronger.

"She... she must have forced it! She wanted to prove that the two people are not related by blood in order to achieve her ulterior and despicable purpose." Charlotte opened her eyes wide, "This person... is really cruel!"

She thought about it and found that only one person would have such a motive and insist on forcing Edgar to prove his daughter's blood relationship. Her purpose is naturally obvious, which is to remove obstacles for her so that her husband can eliminate his worries.

"Edgar was injured by me before and has been recovering from his injuries, so he was probably forced by her at that time to leave such a handwritten note." Agnes was very calm, "Now you should understand why I Isn’t it scary to say that she is so decisive that I admire her a lot.”

"Indeed, it's scary enough." Charlotte sighed softly. "If you hadn't told me this, I wouldn't have thought she was so scary."

In order to achieve his own goals, he also wields a knife against his biological father. His reckless behavior, weak moral values, and bold ideas are really shocking. Even Charlotte, who had known her for so many years, never imagined that she could do such a thing.

"A pure product of Edgar, with viciousness flowing in his veins. His beautiful appearance is full of black sludge, but his brain is really good. This is the person you have to face." Agnes did. A concluding statement, "I have to say that she is much more difficult to deal with than she looks. I don't even think she has ever changed her mind about anything."

"This is all what Ciel is used to! She has never been taught a lesson since she was a child. Everyone is obedient to her. As long as she looks hurt, her wishes will come true, so she doesn't know at all. Be restrained and self-controlled!" In a state of shock and anger, Charlotte couldn't help complaining to her husband, "It's because of her deliberate efforts that things have reached this point!"

"It makes no sense to say this now. We can only hope that things have not reached the final stage, otherwise it will be a disaster for everyone." Agnes stroked Charlotte's cheek with pity, "Fortunately now It’s not that bad yet, and you still have me standing by.”

"Yes, thanks to you, otherwise it would be really difficult for me to solve this problem - I could break up with Charles and make him suffer a big blow, but I don't want to do that. Why should I get married if it's just to break up? I I don’t even want to threaten him like this, because I know his character, and the more I threaten him, the angrier he will become and eventually get further and further away from me..." Charlotte sighed with regret. Get up, "You are right, she is just a pile of sludge, but this pile of sludge is covered with a layer of skin that is so glamorous that it can easily charm most people. This is really a disaster! I only hope that you can prevent our couple from paying too heavy a price to avoid this disaster, because you are probably one of the last few people in the world that he still fears."

"I will do my best." Agnes smiled again, "Okay, don't act like this. People who are going to be mothers should be happy. The situation is not that bad."

"You're right." Charlotte also smiled bitterly, gently stroking her belly, "I always feel bad when I'm pregnant, and this really doesn't work. If these little guys know what their mother has to do, It would be great if they suffered so much! But the world is full of unworthy descendants, which is really chilling.”

After she finished speaking, she changed the subject herself and hugged Agnes gently, "Aunt Agnes, you are such an angel. It's a pity that I didn't get to get closer to you at that time."

"I'm not an angel, my dear, and you don't need an angel." Agnes was still smiling, "Angels are merciful, but I don't have their heart. I never treat people I don't like. Will have mercy."

At this time, it was time for Clovis to come to see his mother. The maid brought in the child who had begun to move freely. When he saw his mother, the child cheered and rushed towards his mother with a smile on his face. Then Charlotte, who was sitting on the chair, also carefully took the child, then caressed him and rubbed his golden hair with her face.

Because she was pregnant and had difficulty moving, Charlotte often used her eldest son as a tool for entertainment. She often played with him and taught him how to speak. The mother and son had a very harmonious relationship.

And Clovis is indeed a child who can arouse the vanity of any mother. He has white skin, very slender short blond hair, and a sense of innocence in his blue eyes. He looks almost like a rag doll. As for Agnes, she couldn't help but fall in love with him after seeing him. She snatched him from Charlotte's hands and played with him.

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While Charlotte and Agnes were criticizing Fran without mercy, the people they were talking about gathered together with their friends at the Marquis of Treville's house.

The two of them stopped in the small courtyard, watching the blooming flowers of the recently introduced plants, but their expressions were very serious, as if they had encountered some major event.

"This is really a disaster." Mary looked at the setting sun and lamented to her friends in a low voice, "I never thought that when we were at our most energetic, such inexplicable blows would come one after another, destroying everything we had. Disrupted."

Then, she turned her gaze slightly and carefully watched the subtle changes in Fran's expression, "Of course, this little thing is nothing to me. I have encountered many more unlucky things than this. I can bear it." "Blow, but I'm afraid of you. Madam actually wants Agnes to deal with you. I'm really worried about you."

Compared to her expression of worry, Fran was much calmer. She walked to a violet, then leaned down slightly, putting her nose on the blue flower, and sniffed the rare fragrance in the afternoon.

"Don't worry about me." After a moment, she replied softly. "It's not all that scary."

"But that Agnes hates you, doesn't she?" Mary was still a little worried. "She is a terrible person, and she was violent to you before. It's a shame she was able to do it! Why does she hate you so much?"

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"She doesn't hate me, she hates the Treville family. She should have hated my brother, but considering his blood relationship, she couldn't hate them too much, so she transferred this hatred to me..." Fran smiled bitterly, looking increasingly uneasy, "It just so happened that I was proven not to be my mother's biological daughter. This is great. It gave her a perfect target of disgust, a mix of personal resentment and a sense of justice for justice. Together, we can become the perfect enemy."

"The analysis is really accurate. I'm really lucky that you can see so clearly." Mary nodded and agreed with the other person's view. "Aren't you worried then? She regards you as her enemy?! Are you planning to do nothing?"

"Of course I won't give up, I will never admit defeat! And... I will remember the pain she caused me that day and will never forget it..." Fran frowned slightly, and then from Hua Lei raised his head and said, "But I can't show it openly. On the contrary, I have to suffer injustice, because the more miserable I am, the more my brother will sympathize with me. People will always sympathize with the weak, right? What's more, he has always been Show me so much love and compassion..."

"That's not bad. This is indeed the case, sir." Mary nodded, "But can we just bear it silently? How long can we endure it? Sir, he respects Agnes very much."

"Of course I can't bear it silently. I have the right to fight back, and I must fight back." Fran cast her eyes on a rose, and then put her hand on the stem.

The thorns pricked her skin, causing her fingers to become slightly bloodshot. They matched perfectly with the bright red roses and made her mind clearer.

"No matter what the method, no matter what the cost, I must do it. I have been waiting for so many years, and I will never let anyone stop me, no one!"

"Yes, I want this will!" Seeing Fran finally showing her attitude, Mary echoed loudly. "Then what do you think we should do?"

"Don't move now. Let people see who is bullying whom. They will decide what is right and wrong." Fran turned around and whispered in Mary's ear, "Then, I will find out the details of Agnes. Then you will listen to my arrangements..."

"Okay!" Mary responded loudly.