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As Brandon blurted out "Eliza", the next thing seemed logical.When Dr. Smith stated that Eliza had the same name as her mother, and that her mother's name appeared to be Brandon, the colonel urged immediate admission to the detention facility.Of course, Eliza was inevitably in the colonel's arms all the time.

After so many years, Eliza saw her mother again.She is indeed a very beautiful woman, even if she is seriously ill and pale, it will only make her more delicate and beautiful.Brandon confirmed at a glance that this was his former or all-time lover.

The colonel tightly held the hand of the past Mrs. Brandon. The woman's thin and weak hand bones were almost only covered with a layer of skin. "Eliza, my poor Elisa..." He repeated the woman's name, but it took Mrs. Brandon a long time to recognize the man she had once loved.

"Christopher...you're back..." Her voice was so weak that it was so difficult to even breathe out.She looked at little Elisa. Her daughter was hiding in the colonel's arms so timidly, looking at her with distressed and attached eyes with big black eyes.

Even for her daughter, she would have to live longer.Mrs. Brandon had a sudden hope that she knew the Colonel, and that he was quite different from his brother.Maybe he can take care of his daughter.

The young Eliza affirmed her mother at first glance. She held on to her mother's sleeve tightly, as if she would never let go.The mother's depravity and poverty are the origin of all her pain, but if there is no mother, there will be no her.Eliza loved her mother dearly, and her heart ached at the thought of her imminent death.

Eliza clearly remembered that the last time Dr. Smith took her home and met the Colonel on the road.She stayed in the detention center until half a month later, Brandon came to the detention center to visit a former servant and accidentally discovered Elisa's existence.At that time, as soon as your mother entered you and was very ill, she entrusted her to the colonel, and died within a few days.

This time, the colonel came early, maybe mother can live longer?Eliza is suddenly full of confidence in the future, and even she can use some known things to change the future?

Colonel Brandon quickly paid off the debts of his past lovers, and settled the mother and daughter into a comfortable and spacious apartment, and he himself lived next door.Dr. Smith became Elisa's attending doctor. This poor woman has no cure. Even Dr. Smith can only help her live a little longer.

For more than a month, Eliza had no other distractions and devoted herself to being with her mother.She has never discovered that having a mother's care is such a wonderful thing, even though she has envied others for having mothers countless times in her previous life.Although Mrs. Brandon was unable to do much, she tried her best to leave more love for her daughter in her limited life.

Two months later, Mrs. Brandon was no longer sane.When she suddenly woke up one morning and talked to Elisa with a smile, Eliza knew it was today.Even though she knew it was bad, Eliza couldn't help asking her mother, "Mom, do you love Colonel Brandon?"

Mrs. Brandon's smile was gentle and haggard, "Why do you ask that? I used to love, when I was the most ignorant, but love always dies in too many things."

"But he loves you very much." Eliza suddenly felt a little sour in her heart, "He is also very kind to us!"

The mother gently stroked her daughter's hair, "You seem to have grown up suddenly... my sweetheart, this makes me proud and sad."

Eliza looked down and looked up again, "I'll be fine, Mom. The Colonel will be fine with me..." Yes, fine, until the moment she died.

"So do I, baby. Christophe is a very kind man, and he has almost all the virtues a gentleman should have. But my dear, I want him to forget me, but I want him to always remember me, forget me." Not me." Mrs. Brandon's expression was filled with guilt, "I am also a selfish person, cunning, weak, and ignorant..."

"Mom!" Eliza interrupted her mother, "Why?" She couldn't understand.

Mrs. Brandon lowered her eyes and did not answer her daughter, "You are fine, I am proud of you, maybe one day you will understand why I am like this. Go and call Christopher, I am running out of time."

Still didn't understand, but Elisa didn't refuse her mother, she obediently called the colonel.

The dying Mrs. Brandon held the colonel's hand and entrusted her daughter to the colonel before passing away. Eliza didn't know what her mother said to Colonel Brandon before she went in. She only knew that she was lost again, and the feeling was still the same. I am so sad that I will take my heart away.

Mrs. Brandon was buried on a cold, rainy day, with black umbrellas blocking a patch of sky.Eliza watched the flooded pit swallow her mother little by little, her expression hollow and sad.Colonel Brandon held her in his arms and told her over and over again, "Don't be afraid of Eliza."

But how could Eliza be afraid?She also died once.Eliza clutched the colonel's clothes tightly, her lips were tightly pursed, showing stubbornness.She shed no tears, and neither did the Colonel.She pressed against the colonel's chest tightly, and the man's powerful heartbeat coincided with hers.Eliza knew very well that her adoptive father suffered no less than she did.

"I'm not afraid." Eliza's muffled voice pierced the colonel's chest, with a crying sound, "Mom doesn't want me anymore... Will you want me too?"

The soft child's voice was mixed with the sound of rain. Colonel Brandon felt as if he was being entangled. He was full of love for the young Elisa. "No, your mother loves you, and I love you too. I will always grow up with you and see you grow up to be a beautiful girl like your mother."

Eliza hummed inaudibly, and she grabbed him tightly, like a blind person grasping the last color in his eyes. "I love you too..." She whispered, as if repeating his words, and seemed to have a complex and sigh that Brandon couldn't understand.

Years of companionship, upbringing, and most of the happiness in her short life came from him.She knows his heart well, understands his love and persistence, that stubborn waiting until the last moment of her life.How can you not love it?Eliza's lowered eyes were full of bitterness, how could she not love him, how could she love him?

Colonel Brandon, who had just returned from India, carried Eliza back to his newly bought apartment.Although all the family property was given to his elder brother, the gold coins and treasures brought back from India were enough to support his life.

Eliza's room was next door to Brandon's and had been furnished by the Colonel himself.The light pink fills the whole room, warm and comfortable, but a little childish.Facing this room, Eliza always felt a mixture of sweetness and embarrassment.Of course she knew that the colonel wanted her to be as pure and happy as an ordinary girl, but Eliza was an adult after all, and such a pink color made her a little uncomfortable.

Lying on the bed, Eliza turned left and right, unable to fall asleep.In her mind, she recalled the conversation when her mother passed away, and just remembered the weakness and emaciation of the woman who gave birth to her when she was dying.Suddenly, he thought of the colonel's eyes of pain and guilt when he died, and there seemed to be other love mixed in those eyes.

Eliza's breathing became short and heavy, and tears rolled down the corners of her eyes uncontrollably.She thought again of her little girl, whom Eliza hadn't even had time to name...the little limp body was stiff and cold in her arms...and beaten by her titular husband Mark of……

"No..." She sat up suddenly from the bed.The warm pink couldn't warm the coldness and pain in Eliza's heart. She suddenly lifted the quilt and ran out the door without even wearing shoes.

"Dong dong dong..." The knock on the door was not loud, but it was urgent.It was a sleepless night for Brandon, too, so he opened the door as soon as he heard the sound.

"Eliza?" Although the colonel knew that no one would come to him except Elisa at this time, he couldn't help being surprised when he saw the girl standing at the door.

She was wearing a thin nightgown, which was slightly yellow under the light.The small body stood at the door, sobbing, trembling all over.She rubbed her eyes with one hand, trying to squeeze out the remaining tears, but there were more and more tears.Her little bare feet stepped on the floor, the whiteness was slightly red.

The sound of rain was accompanied by thunder, but none of them entered his ears more than the little girl's soft sobs.His little Eliza was too mature and silent as a child, but when she really stood at his door crying like a child, Brandon felt more and more distressed.

He bent down and picked Eliza up. The girl's body was light and soft, obediently clinging to him like a little doll.The colonel put Eliza on his big bed, covered her with a quilt, and joked humorously, "Our Eliza cries like a kitten, if you keep crying, I'm afraid you will have to spend the next few days Fell asleep under the watchful eye of a colonel."

The man's mellow voice and warm embrace gradually stabilized Elisa's mood. She was a little embarrassed, and asked calmly, "Why?"

The Colonel replied, "I don't feel comfortable leaving a crying kitten alone in a room. Besides, she's cute and pretty."

These words were originally just to coax the children, but in the ears of the grown-up Elisa, she was happy, shy and sad. She muttered in a low voice, "I can't wait..." and stretched out her little hand to grab the quilt. Brandon's sleeve, and said to him coquettishly, "I'm scared, can you come up and sleep with me?"

The colonel seemed a little embarrassed, "If I don't leave, I'll just wait here for you to fall asleep, okay?"

Elisa blinked her eyes and looked like she was about to cry, "This is your room and your bed... I shouldn't bother you... But, I'm afraid of Christopher..." She twitched The small appearance made Brandon's heart ache again.

"Well, you beat Eliza." With a helpless smile on his face, the colonel lifted the quilt and sat beside her.

"Lie down!" The girl pushed forward, "Hold me, like my mother, is that okay?"

How could he refuse such a request?Brandon lay down obediently, holding Elisa in his arms, and patted her gently with one hand, like a real father. "Go to sleep Eliza..."

His voice seemed to have a magical power, deep, mellow, and gentle.Elisa moved into the colonel's arms and found a comfortable position. The smell on the man was the same as in memory, which made people feel at ease.Drowsiness soon invaded her brain, and she said "good night, Christopher" to the colonel in a daze, and then fell asleep.

"Good night, Eliza." The colonel replied, the warm little person in his arms was soft, relying on him wholeheartedly, like a little angel.He gently kissed the little girl's forehead, feeling calm and warm in his heart.