Flowers, Swords and France

On the swaying boat, Marshal Treville, who was already very tired, fell into a drowsy state again. Since he came here, he has almost gotten used to this state, and he knows in his heart that this is a symptom of exhaustion.

When people get old, they like to recall the past and miss their children and grandchildren. In his daze, he kept thinking about his previous life, his grandchildren, and his great-grandchildren who will inherit his family business in the future.

So, after opening his eyes and seeing his granddaughter, he couldn't believe the reality. At first, he suspected that he was dazzled because he was thinking about something, but after a short period of unconsciousness, he finally confirmed that he was not dreaming, and his granddaughter really appeared by his side.

When he was sick and tired, being able to have his granddaughter accompany him was an unimaginable happiness for an old man in his twilight years, but after the initial joy, the old man could only frown. "Silly child, why did you come here to join in the fun?"

"I'm so worried about you..." Fran was not angry because of her grandfather's scolding. She just hugged him with heartache and almost cried, "When your body was tortured like this, I... I couldn't stand by and watch! So I can only ask my brother to send me here too..."

"Is Charles crazy? How could he do such a thing?!" Marshal Treville frowned, "Doesn't he know? Now we are so noble, so many people are watching us, how can we easily do some unreliable things and let others laugh at us in secret? Why do you want to be willful with him? Miss Treville, I am very grateful for your filial piety, but please go back quickly, I have people here to take care of me, and they take good care of me."

His tone became more and more severe, just like scolding his granddaughter.

Fran lowered her eyes and tried not to be affected by this scolding.

Obviously, in the grandfather's heart, the brother who inherited the family and inherited all his expectations was the person he valued most. She knew it in her heart a long time ago.

"This is not our willful behavior, Grandpa." After the old man finished his temper, Fran carefully explained to him, "I... I didn't come here to take care of you, but as a medical volunteer."

"Medical volunteer?" The old man was a little surprised.

"Yes, I recruited a team of female volunteers and brought them to the front line to cooperate with the military doctors to take care of the wounded and sick of the coalition forces." Fran nodded, "You have reported to the country many times that the epidemic on the front line is serious and a large number of officers and soldiers have been reduced, so my brother is very worried about this and has been urging the country to send more experienced doctors to the front line as soon as possible. After his efforts, we have recruited a group of people. However, having doctors is not enough, and someone must do the nursing work, so I volunteered and recruited some people to come with the doctors... So, you can see that this is loyalty to the empire, not our willful behavior."

Marshal Treville frowned and listened quietly to his granddaughter's statement. Now he finally understood the whole story.

"So, you are here with a volunteer team to take care of the wounded?"

"Yes, I am here to take care of the soldiers, and you are also a soldier, aren't you?" Fran smiled, and this smile was so bright that the Marshal's frown could not help but relax. "When I think that I can serve the country and help you, I... I feel sincerely honored."

She only talked about the most glamorous side of this trip, bringing a volunteer team to follow the military doctors to take care of the wounded, but she deliberately concealed from her grandfather the fact that they did various experiments in the laboratory in Giverny to treat cholera, typhoid and other epidemics.

This is not a very glorious thing after all. She thinks there is no need to tell her grandfather, and more importantly, this is a laboratory that the Treville family has invested and operated with all their efforts. In the future, it will be treated with caution as the core asset of the family, and it is really not appropriate to expose it to the world.

In addition to taking care of her grandfather and serving the empire, she came here this time. Another very important purpose is to establish her own glorious image in front of the world, so she must not be involved in any stains.

"Now our volunteer team has come with the transport ship. They are preparing to go ashore with the military doctors. I... I want to come and see you first."

After her explanation, Marshal Treville finally slowly accepted the Charles brothers and sisters' approach.

"Well, now that you are here, I can't drive you all back. Let's do it according to your plan." After thinking for a while, he finally nodded and approved of his grandchildren's approach. "However, since you have made a decision, you must stick to it. You should go ashore quickly and build the hospital as soon as possible. Do things in a proper way and don't make others laugh at us!"

For the marshal, if the spread of the disease in the coalition army can be controlled as soon as possible, this will be the best news for him, even better than transferring one or two divisions of reinforcements from the country. After all, the wounded and sick now are veterans who have been on the battlefield. If they lose them, it will be an unbearable loss.

If this can really be done, he won't care if his granddaughter comes over.

"I understand, Grandpa... Don't worry, we will get down to work as quickly as possible." Fran replied immediately, "I just came to see you today, and I will be with them tomorrow."

Looking at her serious look, the old man's mind was in a trance again.

He recalled every bit of the past interactions between the grandparents and grandchildren, and each fragment flashed before his eyes in detail until finally, it was fixed on that night.

That night, he lost his daughter-in-law, and he was sad and angry, and was extremely angry at his son's absurd behavior. And that night, that useless guy brought a baby over.

"Dad, don't be too sad, you still have a granddaughter!" As if to please his father, he handed the baby in the swaddling clothes to him like offering a treasure, and there was no pain of losing his wife just now.

The baby's skin was as white as milk, with sparse golden hair, and her eyes were as blue as the sea.

The moment he saw her, he decided to accept the child, and he has not regretted this decision until now.

What a lovely child she was when she was young.

And Edgar... has become a ghost.

Son, are you doing well over there?

The old man interrupted his thoughts forcibly.

"You have grown up." He said to his granddaughter firmly.

"Yes! I have grown up." Of course, Fran could not guess what the old man was thinking, she just responded with joy.

Then, she suddenly stood up again, and then turned around in front of her grandfather in a show-off manner, and the hem of her white gauze skirt fluttered with it. "This is the uniform he designed for us, what do you think?"

"Just now I praised you for growing up, why are you like a child again?" The old man was a little amused by this childish behavior.

Then, his smile suddenly froze, and his eyes widened slightly.

"After I left, you...didn't you do anything?" He became stern again and questioned Fran. "You won't do that kind of thing?!"

Fran was also stunned for a moment, she didn't know whether to answer this question directly.

"Answer me!" The old man increased his voice, and he looked weaker because of it.

Faced with such questioning, Fran found that she couldn't lie at all.

"I haven't made it to the last step yet." Finally, she answered the question honestly, "But we have agreed... After this war is over..."

The old man felt the blood rushing to his head, he felt dizzy and could hardly hear anything clearly.

The original text is on the sixth # 9 @book/bar!

"Charles...Charles..." He whispered his grandson's name, with both concern and the pain of being disappointed.

Why can't he figure things out? !

"Are you okay?" Fran was frightened by her grandfather's expression, and hurriedly walked to the bedside and hugged him, "I'm sorry..."

"I'm sorry... What have you done to me?" The old man sneered and stared at Fran sternly, "You are so worthy of me! Especially you... Especially you..."

Why did such a lovely child back then come to this? He simply couldn't understand.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry," Fran's tears flowed, and she only apologized.

However, even though she kept apologizing, she still didn't back down from her position.

This made the old man even more miserable.

They had already agreed... and who could stop them at that time?

Can I still go back to stop them?

"You are just waiting for me to die, right?" He was full of desolation, "Then you can live as you like."

"We have never thought about it, but please believe this... Please!" Fran sobbed and replied, "No one in the world loves you more than us! What I want most is your blessing, otherwise it would be so terrible!"

"Forget it." The old man waved his hand. "If you really want me to live, why would you do this?"

"Please!" Fran cried even harder, just begging for forgiveness.

"Then give up this obsession and live the life you deserve." The old man said with all his strength.

However, the answer he got was just crying.

What a stubborn child, the old man thought painfully.

Have they made up their minds?

"Even if I die, I can't forgive you."

This sentence rushed to the old man's lips, but in the end, he found that he couldn't say it. .

He couldn't bear to say that.

How could a grandfather have the heart to curse his grandson and granddaughter?

He just felt weak all over.

"After I die, you can do whatever you want, but don't even think about forgiving you while I'm alive!" He shouted with the remaining strength.