Personality V: I will save everything

"Grandma, you are so beautiful." Inara's clear and sweet voice like a nightingale came, and she carefully held a bunch of beautiful flowers and gently inserted them into my hair. The flowers seemed to be given life, instantly adding a bit of charming brilliance to me.

I have long been accustomed to the way this little cutie addresses me. In this huge manor, people call me by different names, but I have always been casual about it, letting them call me what they like.

Besides, there is nothing wrong with Inara calling me that.

After all, Joke is my biological child, and Inara is Joke's child. In terms of seniority, it is only natural for her to call me "Grandma".

"Inara, how many times have I told you?" At this time, Joke's slightly majestic voice sounded.

However, although his tone was full of reproach, his handsome face did not show any anger.

I saw Qiu Ke walking slowly into the manor owner's study with steady steps.

Then, he gently held Inara in his arms and said earnestly, "Haven't I told you many times? You are not allowed to enter the manor owner's study at will, because He is usually busy with affairs and needs a quiet environment to handle many matters."

Hearing what Joke said, I couldn't help but smile, and quickly spoke to comfort him: "It's okay, Joke, you know, I have always loved children. I am so happy that Inara, such an innocent, lively and lovely little baby, can come to the study to accompany me and relieve my boredom!" While speaking, my eyes were always on Inara's delicate little face, and my eyes were full of love and doting.

"Grandma is so nice!" Inara said before Joke could respond. Her big watery eyes were like bright stars, flashing with a lively light that made people happy.

Qiu Ke couldn't help but let out a long "uh..." (;一_一) and a confused look appeared on his face.

Although it has been mentioned just now that the manor owner allows everyone in the manor to call him whatever they want, for some reason, when hearing Inala call him that, Joke always feels an indescribable sense of weirdness in his heart. You know, Joke has always regarded the manor owner as his father, but now Inala calls him grandma, which really makes Joke feel a little awkward.

However, at this moment, the figures of Andrew and Carl suddenly flashed through Jack's mind. Yes! Didn't one of them call the owner of the manor father and the other mother? Thinking of this, the strange feeling seemed to gradually dissipate.

This unusual combination of titles is not uncommon in this mysterious manor; it just takes time to get used to.

With time, Qiu Ke will definitely be able to adapt... probably.

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"Oh, dear, you are so cute, my baby." Michiko said, holding her heart. She seemed to be almost fainted by Stellan in front of her.

Stellan had a blank expression on his face, even pouting a little angrily, while Michiko forced him to wear a mini version of a bulldog costume without any explanation.

Stellan helplessly let Michiko do whatever she wanted. His small body was wrapped in furry clothes, with only a pair of round eyes showing.

Michiko was very satisfied with her masterpiece, and she couldn't help but kiss Stellan several times.

"Okay, little cutie, come with me to meet other friends!" Michiko took Stellan's hand and led him to the restaurant.

There, several adults were sitting together, seemingly discussing something. When they saw Stellan's outfit, they couldn't help but laugh.

Jack spoke first: "Haha, Stellan, you look like a cute little doll!"

Violetta also smiled and said: "It's so interesting, Miss Michiko's ideas are always so unique."

"By the way, was this provided by you as a favor?" Jack suddenly remembered that Joseph also had the same suit.

"It's not me." Joseph answered straightforwardly. He had kept that piece of clothing at the bottom of the box all along, and don't expect him to wear it a second time unless there were special circumstances.

"Steran~" Anne opened her arms to Stellan, "Can you come over and let Aunt Anne hug you?"

Stellan walked over obediently and climbed into Anne's arms.

"Oh, Stellan, you are so cute." Anne said while gently rubbing Stellan's furry head.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew, causing the window to creak. Stellan couldn't help but shudder, and he subconsciously shrank his neck.

Michiko noticed Stellan's little movement and quickly asked, "Are you cold, baby?" As she said that, she hugged Stellan in her arms and warmed him with her body temperature.

Anne saw this and said with a smile, "It seems our little cutie needs some warmth." She looked around and her eyes fell on the fireplace in the corner, "Why don't we make a fire? This way everyone will be warmer."

Everyone agreed, so some went to get firewood, and some went to prepare the fire. Soon, a blazing fire was burning in the fireplace, and the whole room suddenly became warm.

Stellan leaned into Michiko's arms, feeling the warmth of the fire, and gradually relaxed. He closed his eyes and enjoyed this moment of peace.

Originally, this manor should have been like a paradise, with spring all year round and blooming flowers.

However, just a few years ago, the owner of the manor had a sudden idea that adding some bad weather to the manor occasionally might bring a different kind of scenery and experience.

Since then, storms and severe cold have occasionally descended upon this once peaceful and tranquil land.

At first, this subtle change made everyone feel a little uncomfortable. The howling wind seemed to swallow everything; the severe cold followed like a shadow, and the bone-chilling cold was unbearable. But as time went by, people gradually adapted to this changing climate.

They began to realize that these seemingly bad weather did not seem to cause much substantial disruption to daily life. After all... as long as the family was by their side, what was there to be afraid of?

Just like this moment......

(.-w-)zzz

Stellan was like a well-behaved kitten, quietly curled up in the warm embrace of his grandmother. The fire in the fireplace was burning, emitting waves of warmth, as if wrapping the whole world in a warm atmosphere.

In such a comfortable and pleasant environment, Stellan fell into a deep sleep and entered a sweet dream. His breathing was steady and gentle, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. He must be enjoying the good time with his family in his dream.

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Jack couldn't help it, he walked up to him, gently stroked Stellan's head twice, and then said softly, "What a lovely child, so carefree."

Then Jack and Michiko looked at each other. Michiko sent Stellan back to the room, and then returned to the restaurant. "Tell me, what were you worried about just now?"

"What else could be the problem.....sigh!" Mike muttered in frustration, as if all the strength in his body had been drained away. He collapsed powerlessly on the slightly worn wooden table in front of him like a deflated ball.

What else could be the cause of such annoyance? Thinking carefully, there were only a few major events that happened in the manor recently.

There is no doubt that what made everyone so worried and sad must be the matter related to Karl.

Although everyone in the manor, even the owner of the manor, has reached a consensus: this time this problem must be dealt with and handled by Carl himself, after all, he really needs to go through some hardships to hone his abilities.

However, this is like when people let go of their hands and let the baby try to take the first step in life alone - even if they know that they should give the child enough free space to promote his or her growth, they will still lay a soft mat on the ground as a protective measure, and at the same time, they will always hang their hands at both sides, paying close attention to the surrounding situation to ensure that the little baby will not be hurt in the slightest.

Similarly, everyone's only wish at this moment is to be as foolproof as possible, to check and properly resolve all possible risks and hidden dangers in advance, so as to prevent Carl from encountering any unexpected situations or dangers.

"After all, it's all our own fault!" Jack sighed deeply, waving the wine glass in his hand in boredom. Through the crystal clear wall of the glass, he could see the wine in it ripple gently with his movements. At this moment, his eyes seemed to travel through time and space, back to that unforgettable time in the past.

Indeed, it was their own fault. Carl, as the youngest child of the manor owner, was almost the youngest generation in this huge and ancient manor. People always had endless tolerance and doting on the youngest members of the family, but this special "tolerance" became a stumbling block on Carl's growth path, making it difficult for him to live an independent life.

I thought it was a kind of love and care, but I never expected it to turn into such a terrible situation. Looking back now, those seemingly meticulous cares have become shackles that restrict Carl's free development, making it impossible for him to truly face the challenges and difficulties in life independently. This is undoubtedly a tragedy. A life that should have been full of hope and possibility is imprisoned by excessive protection.

"Okay, don't think about it!" Cogen suddenly seemed to be ignited, and slammed the table hard. The crisp and loud sound echoed in the whole room, shocking everyone.

Because of what happened to Carl, Cogan did not hesitate to push aside all the important matters at the court. She said seriously and firmly: "Now, everyone must not think about it anymore. If you keep preventing your child from learning to walk, he may never master this basic skill in his life. Therefore, our most urgent task is to help Carl learn to rely on himself and deal with and handle these problems independently."

"What you said does make a lot of sense, Miss Cogan. However..." Jack seemed to have something else to say, but was abruptly interrupted by Violetta before he could finish his words.

"I also think what Miss Cogan said is right. Maybe we are really thinking too complicated. Perhaps, Carl can solve this difficult matter excellently and satisfactorily with his own abilities?" Valletta smiled, with a hint of expectation and trust in her eyes.

"But..........."

"I think so too. We should trust Carl." After all, he was the child he had watched grow up, so Joseph had some confidence that Carl could do this well.

Then Joseph added, "Jack, I don't think you are really taking on the role of a father. You look like a worried old father."

After finishing speaking, Joseph suddenly raised his tone and spoke in French.

"Trouvez votre place, votre look est ridicule. Dans quelle position avez - vous l'impression que Carl ne peut pas faire ce genre de chose? Ou en tant que soi - disant père? Tu n'as été mariée qu'à un propriétaire It’s a man’s dream, it’s a journey, it’s a journey.”

(Understand your position. You are really ridiculous. In what position do you think Carl can't do such a thing as a bystander? Or as a so-called father? You have only been married to the owner of the manor for one day. Don't think you can control everything.)

Jack, who had been a minor noble before coming to the manor, naturally understood what Joseph was saying, but he was not angry at all.

For so many years, his relationship with Joseph has always been bad, and they have long been accustomed to quarreling with each other.