[Comprehensive novel] Almighty Lydia

"What are you doing?" Darcy asked.

Lydia pretended not to hear.

Darcy simply leaned down and leaned close to her ear, "What are you doing?"

Lydia hurriedly avoided, "What are you doing?"

She turned sideways to make room for Darcy.

Darcy then sat down logically.

He reached out and grabbed Lydia's shoulder naturally, "I chatted with your father for a while."

"What did you talk about?" Lydia asked, and fiddled with the budding roses in the vase with her fingers.

She pretended not to care and teased the soft petals, but her anxious tone revealed her heart.

"Talking..." Darcy dragged on for a while before saying lightly, "I won't tell you."

This was clearly a plain trick.

With a sudden force on his fingers, he pulled off a petal.

Lydia turned around and glared at him, "If you don't tell me, don't tell me, I'll ask myself."

She got up and wanted to leave, but Darcy grabbed her wrist.

"Then are you going to tell me?" Lydia asked.

"Better not to tell you?" Darcy replied.

He patted Lydia's hand, "After all, it may not be possible, it depends on your father."

Lydia was taken aback for a moment, "What's the matter? You haven't formally proposed to me yet, and you're going to let me marry you?"

The more she thought about it, the more unhappy she became, "No, I have to tell my father, let him refuse..."

"Nothing," said Darcy, "though I do intend to, but it is not yet time, Miss Lydia."

He looked at Lydia with a smile, "I think it's enough to get engaged first?"

"I didn't hear it," Lydia turned her back, "I didn't hear what you said."

Her childish behavior made Kitty, who was watching the play, laugh.

"Okay, Lydia," Kitty said with a smile, "didn't you say you still want to send the manuscript to the editor-in-chief? If you don't go now, he might come to urge the manuscript later."

Lydia grumbled a few times in dissatisfaction, and walked out clutching the letter.

She walked halfway and turned her head back.

Sure enough, he saw Darcy following behind her step by step.

Lydia held out her hand awkwardly, "Don't hold me, why, do you want me to hold you?"

Darcy glanced at her quite unexpectedly, and seemed to think of something, and smiled briskly.

The two walked to post the letter, and went to the store to buy a bouquet of flowers.

Walking on the road, Lydia almost felt as if she had passed away.

Every time she stayed in an inaccessible place for a few months, she would feel this sense of detachment. It seemed a little unreal to see the crowds in front of her.

The person next to her held her hand.

Darcy smiled slightly.

That gave her a certain stabilizing strength.

Lydia returned to her usual look, she looked at Darcy, "I told you before that I went to France, did I meet anyone?"

Darcy shook his head, "You didn't tell me."

So Lydia whispered the story from Dantès.

The way Dantès appeared, his new female companion, and his seemingly extraordinary origin.

"What do you think?" Lydia sighed, "Although I don't really like to ask about my friend's background, but he is too..."

It looked terrible, and it was not caused by the image of the person himself, but rather caused by the information revealed in the words of the people around him.

"Actually," said Darcy, "he may have committed an act of vengeance, but after the vengeance, it seems that he has no living relatives."

Lydia was stunned, "That's why he doesn't seem to have any 'live' breath."

Darcy nodded slightly, "But doesn't he have an adopted daughter? That's probably a turning point."

"He asked about you before," said Lydia, "let me greet you for him."

"Well, I think this is really interesting. After all, it's not a big deal for him to invite me to France," Darcy said, and he turned his head slightly, "It seems that someone is here."

Before Lydia could figure out what was in Darcy's words, the man on horseback stopped in front of them and tightened the reins in his hands.

"Ms. Bennet, hello," the visitor got off his horse and took out the things in his hand from the side bag. "This is your letter."

He handed the letter to Lydia, who did not answer it, but Darcy took it.

"You are..." Lydia was stunned, she had never seen this person before.

"Lefey Rodson, a servant of the De Boer family," the strange man bowed to her, "Nice to meet you, but I don't think this is the time for small talk, please take a look at this Write a letter."

"Did something happen?" Lydia shook off the letter, "Let me see..."

Her eyes were fixed on that line of writing.

...Miss Anne De Boer is critically ill. If you are free, please come here. The situation does not seem to be optimistic, and complications seem to have occurred suddenly...His Excellency Heathcliff, who came to propose marriage, is waiting anxiously. I don't care about the young lady's condition, and insist on marrying her... Mrs. Catherine is considering the wedding date...

"Annie?" she cried out, "how could this be?"

Darcy was also startled by her cry.

He took the letter paper in Lydia's hand and glanced roughly.

"I probably understand." Darcy folded the letter and stuffed it into the side pocket of his coat. "We'll be there in two days."

I couldn't take a walk anymore, Lydia explained the general situation to the family, and then boarded the carriage to Rosings Manor with Darcy.

This is no less than shocking news, Lydia can't wait to put on her wings and fly to Rosings Manor right now.

Sitting in the carriage, Lydia was really anxious.

"Isn't the thing I gave her invalid?" Lydia murmured, "How could this happen, how could this happen."

"I roughly guessed something, it's not as simple as you think," Darcy shook his head, "it's just that my aunt seems to be fascinated by this guy named Heathcliff, and she really believes that he is quite Falling in love with Annie, I sincerely asked to marry her."

He squeezed the letter in his hand, and the letter paper was crumpled into a ball by him.

"Then...why did he come here, if he didn't love Annie," Lydia pursed her lips, "he fell in love with the amulet on Annie's body?"

Lydia was even more worried.

Fortunately, it was not too far away. When Lydia followed Darcy into the hall of the manor, Lady Catherine was sitting there waiting for the two of them.

The walls are covered with murals, and Lydia noticed with sharp eyes that one of them seemed to be written by the third brother-in-law.The carpet extended to the doorway of another room, the sofa was sunken in and lifted out by the carpet, and Lady Catherine sat on the antique sofa in the middle.

Mrs. Catherine seemed a little haggard. She didn't look very good, but she didn't look too bad either.

She glanced at the hands they were holding, seemed to pause for a moment, then raised her gaze again.

"Long time no see, Lydia," she stood up, "and Fitzwilliam, did you come together?"

"Yes, Lady Catherine, we happened to meet, so we came here together," Lydia said, "Where is Anne? I am really worried about her."

At the mention of Anne, Lady Catherine's eyes darkened.

She stood up, "Follow me."

Contrary to Darcy's assumption, Anne did not pretend to be sick in order to escape the engagement.

She is indeed ill.

Anne De Boer was lying on the bed in her room, her eyes closed tightly, her face flushed, she seemed to be unable to breathe occasionally.

She looked pale and thin, as fragile as if she had lost her support.

Lydia glanced at her wrist, but she didn't see her amulet.

She opened her mouth to ask, but was stopped by Darcy's gesture.

Madam Catherine gently tucked Anne in the quilt before leading the two of them out.

"If you have anything to ask, just ask," Madam Catherine rubbed her frowning brows, "I will take you to see Heathcliff later..."

"No, ma'am," a man came over, "I'm already here, excuse me."

He nodded to Darcy and Lydia, "I am Heathcliff."

He looks gentle and gentle, but has a pair of very passionate eyes.

Lydia raised her skirt and saluted, took a step back secretly, and squeezed Darcy's hand tightly.

At this moment, the system opened its mouth.

[That protective cover,] said the system, [on him!He stole the amulet! 】

Lydia frowned, feeling as if that was the case.

Although she didn't know why this Heathcliff stole the amulet, she just guessed its magical effect and planned to keep it for herself.

She simply stepped forward, and under Mrs. Catherine's puzzled eyes, she clasped Mr. Heathcliff's wrist.

Lady Catherine suppressed the scolding that came to her lips, "Lydia, what are you doing?"

"You will soon find out, ma'am," said Lydia.

She immediately realized that Heathcliff, who was struggling violently, fell to the ground with brute force, and Darcy beside him also came up to help.

I searched all the pockets up and down, but couldn't find the amulet.

Heathcliff gave up struggling at this moment, he laughed and said, "Is this the way Rosings Manor treats guests? Or is it that your nephew has some prejudice against me and looks down on me, a poor boy who made a fortune halfway through?"

Before Madam Catherine could speak, Lydia replied coldly, "I have no prejudice against you, but you have a strong thief smell, which makes me dizzy."

She pressed the guy's shoulder hard again, "Are you going to hand it over yourself, or should I search it out?"

"Isn't it because you can't frame me at all that you think of doing this?" Heathcliff asked.

He didn't seem to be struggling as madly as he was held down at the beginning, and he seemed to find it quite interesting to watch the two looking around.

"Okay, okay," Madam Catherine had to come over and stop Lydia from continuing to search, "Sorry, they..."

According to the instructions of the system, Darcy fumbled around the corner of his trousers and pulled out the amulet.

Lydia took it in disgust and shook it twice.

It was indeed the talisman she had given Anne, with her name embroidered on it.

Lady Catherine's face was livid, and she hardly knew what to say.

This is really disgusting, after all, no one wants the future son-in-law whom they have defended so much to be the culprit of everything.

Lydia removed the amulet in twos and twos, touched a handkerchief in her pocket, put something that was really effective into the handkerchief, then gently lifted the pillow, and pressed it under Anne's pillow.

Seeing that Annie's breathing gradually eased, she was relieved.

Back in the room over there, Lady Catherine was sitting on a chair, beside Darcy who comforted her in a low voice, and Heathcliff was sitting on the floor with his head bowed.

The author has something to say: Wuthering Heights, everyone just watch my magic reform orz

The original is a tragedy through and through

I feel that I can only write about [-] words, and I can’t add more than [-] words a day. The brain capacity is not enough orz