Pride and Prejudice of Jane Eyre

"Bertha Mason?" Jane Eyre subconsciously guessed it was her.It seems that she is not sensitive these days.She didn't overreact, and she knew the last thing to provoke was a psychopath.

Bertha didn't speak, her breathing was quietly in Jane Eyre's ear.Jane Eyre had goosebumps on her right ear.She felt Bertha coming closer and closer to her, and there was a chill on her back.Bertha's hand passed around her chest, restraining her right arm.The knife on her neck was cold and pressed against her neck. Although it didn't cut her skin, she could feel her hot blood rolling under the blade.

In addition to the terrifying breathing in Jane Eyre's ears, there was the laughter of the gentlemen from downstairs.

"Bertha, are you awake now?" She decided to save herself, Bertha's breathing became heavier, but she still didn't speak, "Mrs. Rochester? You are about to be freed, why..."

"Relief?" Bertha couldn't control her emotions after hearing Mrs. Rochester's title, and growled in her hoarse voice, "Is this relief? Edward Rochester...I won't let him succeed! He doesn't want to get rid of me!" She was locked in the attic for more than [-] years, and she was often sober at first, and she wanted to return to normal, but she couldn't control her emotions.There are only a few small windows in the attic, which can reveal the free air and sunlight from outside.Most of the time, no one talked to her, and there was no vitality around her.

"Would you like to talk about it? Mrs. Rochester." Jane Eyre forced herself to calm down, the candle in her left hand was blown out by a gust of wind, and her right hand touched her waist quietly, "I thought you were all willing to let each other go."

"Let it go? He is clearly unwilling to take responsibility! This vicious coward!" Bertha's hand was shaking excitedly, and Jane Eyre suspected that it would cut her fragile neck in the next second, "We once swore! Life, old age, sickness and death have to be together, and what has he done? Don’t I have a soul? Miss Jane, do you know what it’s like to be locked in the attic for more than [-] years?"

"Of course you don't know! You don't even look like 20 years old! Hahaha! What a splendid age!" Jane Eyre felt a cry in her voice, and her hands stopped involuntarily.

Bertha hadn't talked properly for more than twenty years, and her strong desire to confide made her ignore Jane Eyre at all: "I know I'm sick! When I married him, why didn't I want to live a good life? Otherwise, why should I bring A lot of money to marry such a poor boy——haha! Now that he has inherited the inheritance, he wants to abandon me!"

"I know you! Jane Eyre! Are you just waiting for this day so that you can replace me and live a good life!" She snorted coldly and pressed the knife in her hand tighter, "Rochester! He has money Now, if you have status, you want an heir, don't you! Am I in his way?"

"Mrs. Rochester, I don't have such thoughts!" Jane Eyre continued to move her hand, and quietly grabbed the wrapped quicklime in her hand, "If Mr. Rochester wanted an heir, he would not adopt Miss Warren Yes, isn't it? She's not his child."

"How do you know it's not! Simple girl! Is he nobler than me? Why can he play with flowers, and I will be imprisoned!" Bertha's emotions became more and more agitated, and Jane Eyre felt that the blade had been cut She scratched the skin on her neck, and a tingling pain made her shiver. She decided to make a quick decision, "Men are flirtatious! Are women slutty?"

Suddenly, her voice became suddenly calm and treacherous: "Jane Eyre! You saved Edward's life that night, now let's see if he will come to save you!" Jane Eyre felt her hand forcefully In an instant, she closed her eyes, and the instinct of survival made her burst out with great strength. Regardless of the blade on her neck, she turned to the right and threw the quicklime in her hand on Bertha's face behind her.

"Ah!—" the knife fell to the ground, and Bertha let out a shrill cry. She covered her eyes and took several steps back in pain.Jane Eyre heard the laughter downstairs stop instantly, and there was a sound of chairs being dragged away.The sound of chaotic footsteps came, and the voice on the stairs was very clear in the dark night.

Enduring the severe pain in her neck, Jane Eyre clutched the wound tightly with her left hand, and squatted down to grab the knife.However, although Bertha couldn't see, her hearing was extremely sensitive in the long darkness. She sensed that someone was coming, and she burst out with an astonishing power.While she was covering her eyes in pain, Jane Eyre kicked the knife out. Bertha couldn't reach the knife, so she sat on her abdomen, ignoring the pain in her eyes, and tightly covered her mouth and nose with her hands.Jane Eyre desperately used her hands and stuck her neck with her nails.She didn't expect that the quicklime irritated Bertha's eyes, but made her even more reckless. ——Bertha is not a normal person, she should not use common sense to speculate.

But fortunately, after less than a moment of stalemate, the gentlemen arrived.The sound of chaotic footsteps was getting closer, and Bertha's hands were getting heavier and heavier. Jane Eyre tried to break free from her restraint, but Bertha was a ruthless person who could bite her younger brother into serious injuries!Her strength was surprisingly great. Mr. Rochester and Lawyer Johnson had to use all their strength to tear Bertha apart. They turned Bertha back and pressed her on the carpet.

The moment her mouth and nose were loosened, Jane Eyre wanted to take a big mouthful of breath, but the wound on her neck was pulled one after another during the violent breathing, making her groan in pain.

"My God! Miss Jane!" Mrs. Fairfax finally arrived, screaming out of shock at the scene before her.The blood on Jane Eyre's neck looked particularly frightening, her face was pale, and she looked as if she was dying.Mr. Rochester was furious, "Mason! Call the doctor! What are you doing here!" Mr. Mason seemed to have been frightened. He thought of what happened to him before, and stood there in a daze.Mr. Rochester, until Mason was hopeless, ordered Mrs. Fairfax to give a shout, and Mrs. Fairfax uttered a groan, and hurried downstairs, tripping her up with her dress, but she ignored the drama on her lap. In pain, he limped along the aisle and ran away.

"Mason! Do you still think Bertha can stay here?" Rochester said angrily, "She must move out immediately!" "No!" Mr. Mason's mind turned again at this moment: "The last signature of the family has not yet Send it! She's still a Rochester!"

Mr. Lawyer was bitten by Bertha, and gasped in pain, but still suppressed Bertha firmly: "The law hasn't fully come into effect, and the special carriage hasn't been built yet, if she moves rashly, she will definitely escape! I can see her on the road!"

"Mr. Rochester, consider the advice in the letter from Pemberley Park!"