Personality V: I will save everything

"That's great, Mr. Joke! I am really happy and relieved to see that you can stand up and walk freely again!"

The one who spoke was the spider.

At this moment, she was walking towards Qiu Ke with light steps, her eyes flashing with surprise and blessing.

After hearing the voice, Jake slowly turned around with a smile on his face. He really didn't expect to meet the spider here at this time. When he noticed the spider's sincere eyes and congratulations from the bottom of his heart, a warm current surged in his heart.

"Haha, thank you, Ms. Spider. To be honest, even I didn't expect that I would be able to recover the ability to walk so quickly. But having said that, congratulations to you too! Now you don't have to crawl on the ground and struggle forward like you did in the past... How does it feel to use Valletta's prosthesis?" Joke asked with concern.

Spider nodded slightly, indicating his response: "Yes, Miss Valletta's prosthesis is very useful. It took me almost no time to adapt to it. Now it is much easier to move, as if I had been reborn."

As she spoke, she gently moved the part with the prosthesis to demonstrate its good flexibility and comfort.

"Really? That's pretty good."

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the other side,

"Get out!" Kreacher roared angrily, his eyes wide open, veins bulging on his forehead, and his heart burning with rage.

He really wanted to use all his strength to kick the hateful guy in front of him - Servi - to the ground.

However, at this moment he felt weak all over, as if his body was hollowed out, and he couldn't even complete a simple action like lifting his legs.

This damn bastard! Kreacher cursed in his heart, damn it! He felt like he was about to die in bed just now. The feeling of pain and exhaustion intertwined together made him almost faint.

"Get out of here! I don't want to see your disgusting face again!" Although Kreacher thought that his shout was full of anger and determination, in fact, because he had been tormented by Servi for too long, his weak voice sounded more like a kind of coquettish behavior.

After hearing Kreacher's roar, Servi not only did not leave angrily, but instead the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a playful smile.

Kreacher moved his body with difficulty, trying to turn his back to Servi to express his disgust towards him.

But how could Servi let him go so easily? Just as Kreacher turned over, Servi quickly stretched out his arms and hugged Kreacher's waist tightly from behind.

Kreacher suddenly felt a deep chill, as if a cold snake was slowly crawling up his spine, and the chill instantly rushed from the soles of his feet to his forehead.

However, this did not come from the fact that Servi was hugging him tightly at the moment, but from the words that came out of Servi's mouth.

"I love you, Kreacher... I love you, I really love you... So, Kreacher... please don't leave me..." When Servi said the last few words, every syllable was like a sharp dagger, stabbing straight into Kreacher's back.

At this moment, Kreacher felt as if millions of tiny needles were piercing his back at the same time. The pain was unbearable, and the feeling of being stabbed in the back made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

His heartbeat accelerated rapidly, beating against his chest like a drum. His hands began to tremble unconsciously, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Kreacher's eyes began to wander around, not daring to look at Servi. He had only one thought in his mind - to escape from this suffocating scene.

"What are you thinking about? Kreacher... You're not thinking about leaving, are you? How could you think that? You're not thinking that, are you?"

Kreacher: Who will save me? (╥﹏╥)

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Three hours later................

Dead, Kreacher, in a sense, really was dying.

Is Servi really a monster?

Look at the current situation, how can it be called daytime debauchery? It is clearly day and night reversed! The sun has already set, but Servi has not stopped until this moment.

Just like this, a good day was wasted in vain.

However, what was surprising was that Servi's appearance was completely different from Kreacher, who looked like he was about to lose half his life.

His face was filled with joy, and he was even humming an unknown tune, while slowly tidying up his slightly messy clothes.

"Hey, you better get up and get some water to wash yourself, or you'll be in trouble later."

In response to Servi's well-intentioned reminder, Kreacher gave him a huge, disgusted roll of the eyes.

He didn't even think about it. At this moment, Kreacher was already exhausted and limp, as if all the bones in his body had been pulled out. How could he have any strength to support him to climb up from this cold and hard ground? Couldn't Servi open his eyes and take a good look? What a heartless guy!

Kreacher was so angry that his chest heaved violently and his face turned red, but he was too lazy to say a word.

At this moment, Servi finally realized that Kreacher in front of him seemed to be so weak that he could not stand up.

Servi raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile, and said softly: "How about, let me carry you over."

Hearing this, Kreacher raised his head abruptly, stared at Servi with wide eyes, and refused without hesitation: "No!"

What a joke, if Servi carried him to take a bath, he would definitely not be able to finish the bath normally. Just thinking about that scene, Kreacher felt his scalp tingling, he didn't want to go through another round of tossing, he was really going to die here today.

However, Servi didn't seem to take Kreacher's refusal to heart, and continued to talk to himself: "Okay, don't be so stubborn, I swear, I really just simply carried you to take a bath, and I will never do anything else to you, believe me, okay? Come, come quickly."

Although Serwei's words sounded nice, Kreacher didn't believe a word of such nonsense.

So, not only did he not move his body to get closer to Servi, but instead, like a frightened little rabbit, he curled up madly deeper into the bed.

His trembling body was pressed tightly against the bed, as if only in this way could he feel a little safe. At this moment, the only thought in his mind was to immediately hide in the narrow crack in the wall and never be discovered again.

Servi stared quietly at Kreacher in front of him, and saw that he was like a brown little rabbit that was extremely frightened and was trying his best to shrink back.

For some reason, in Servi's eyes, Kreacher turned into a real rabbit. After being frightened, the rabbit desperately wanted to retract its body into the small rabbit hole to avoid the danger and harm from the outside world.

Servi shook his head helplessly and said softly, "Okay, stop making trouble, Kreacher, come out of there quickly."

However, in the face of Servi's call, Kreacher responded without hesitation: "I don't want it!" His voice was full of fear and resistance, as if as long as he left this corner of the bed, something terrible would happen to him.

There was really no other way, so Severi gritted his teeth and decided to use his ultimate move.

He took a deep breath and shouted, "Kreacher, if you don't get out of here right now, then from tonight to tomorrow morning, you won't be able to take a shower. I'll make sure you never leave this bed!"

When he said this, Servi's expression was very serious, even a little fierce. At the same time, he roared angrily and reached out to untie the tie he had just tied carefully. With the flexible movement of his fingers, the originally neat and beautiful tie was quickly loosened and hung casually at the collar.

Hearing Servi's threatening words, Kreacher, who was hiding under the quilt, instantly had his hair standing up like a frightened rabbit! He secretly groaned in his heart, thinking that he was doomed.

But then he thought, he was going to die anyway, if he went out now, at least he could take a good bath in the bathroom before being caught by Servi. So, after a fierce ideological struggle, Kreacher finally responded weakly: "I...I know."

Then, Kreacher slowly poked his head out from under the quilt, looking at Servi with vigilant eyes. Seeing this, Servi raised his lips slightly and re-tied his tie. Kreacher reluctantly got off the bed, and after making sure that Kreacher was within his reach, Servi directly picked Kreacher up horizontally.

"Okay, you don't want to move, right? It's okay, I'll carry you."

As the hot water poured over him, he sighed comfortably. But not long after, there was a sudden sound from the bathroom door, and Kreacher screamed in horror: "Servi, why are you back so soon?" But there was no response from outside, only a strange noise. Kreacher was terrified and hugged the towel tightly, not knowing what was waiting for him next.

"What are you afraid of? I'm not afraid that you'll fall, so I came in to take a look~"

Kreacher: If you don't take off all your clothes, I can still trust you a little bit (=_=).

"Okay, I won't bother you anymore. I'm really scared of you. What if you lose your balance and slip and fall on your head? How many times can your little body withstand that?"

Although Kreacher was not convinced by being called weak, unfortunately, what Servi said was right.

Servi: (^_^)

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"Oh my God! Emile, how did you find yourself here?!"

Cogan was startled. She had just finished a court hearing and had not had time to sit down when her assistant came over and told her that there was a little boy outside who wanted to see her.

At first, Kogan thought it was Stellan, who came to play with her again, but she thought it was not right. All her assistants knew Stellan. If it was Stellan, they would have told her directly, "The little boy named Stellan is here again."

Cogan thought of all the possibilities, maybe a little boy who was lost, or maybe a child who had been treated unfairly and wanted her to seek justice.

But she never expected that it was Emile himself who came to her.

"Why are you here? Emile, did you come here on your own?"

Emil sat on the sofa in Kogan's office and nodded silently. He had indeed come here on his own initiative.

"Where's Ada? Didn't she come with you?" You know, in the manor, Ada and Emil are usually inseparable. This time only Emil came out, which is really abnormal.

"ring........"

Emil's voice was so low that Kogan almost didn't hear it clearly. Emil was saying, "Ring, what's wrong with the ring?"

Kogan knew about Emil and Ada. Although she really did not advocate others to secretly get married to these two children at such a young age, anyone with eyes could see that these two children truly loved each other. So why should she be the one to break them up?

"Emile, isn't your ring on your finger? What happened to the ring?"

Cogan knew very well that even with Ada's treatment, Emil's mental state was still somewhat different from that of normal people. She remained patient and guided Emil to tell her the purpose of his coming here alone.

"A sparkling ring..." Emile said as he stretched out his left hand, "It's ugly and dull, and it doesn't suit Ada."

Although it was just a few words, Kogan roughly pieced together the reason why Emil left the manor alone.

It turned out that he disliked the pair of wire rings he made. He felt that they were not suitable for Ada, and he wanted to give Ada a prettier and more beautiful ring.

Kogan didn't know how to describe his current mood. Should he be happy that Emil wanted to give Ada the best of everything, or should he just laugh at Emil's childish idea?

If Ada didn't like the wire ring, she wouldn't have worn it all the time.

But Cogan would definitely not explain this kind of thing directly. Wouldn't it be better to leave a little romance?

"In that case, Emile, please come with me. I will accompany you to choose a pair of more beautiful rings."