gentleman's manor

"I haven't been sick since this spring, and I always miss you three brothers and sisters." Mrs. Jenny cried as she clutched her handkerchief: "You don't come to see him, but you have to leave after you come back, even if you hate me In view of your father's serious illness, please stay a few more nights."

"Father is sick..." Anna hesitated, "He... is he very sick? I'll go and see him."

"Yes, he is very ill, as you think. William is in trouble again, and Dean is even more ill. Go upstairs and meet him." Mrs. Jenny said, wiping her tears.

Without saying a word, Anna hurried upstairs.Perhaps in Anna's eyes, no matter how ignored he was, it would be difficult for her to let him go.

At this time, I saw William's wife Helena.Dressed in black, she was walking down the long corridor to the hall, and when she stood before the crowd, she curtseyed to us.

"Have you packed it yet?" Mrs. Jenny asked her.

"Yes, ma'am, I've packed everything and I can leave anytime after the funeral is over," Helena said.

"Poor child, don't be too sad. If you want to relax, it will be a long time. I hope you can stay at home for a few more days." Mrs. Jenny's tears came as soon as she said it, and her heart was broken almost immediately. .

Helena watched her act blankly, and then, with a sneer under the black veil, she slowly said three words: "I lost."

Mrs. Jenny stopped crying, and looked at the other party in a daze, with a look of 'I don't understand what you are talking about'.

Helena raised her chin and looked at her proudly: "But, you may not win."

"I never thought about what I wanted to argue with you, whether to win or lose... If William hadn't died, the manor wouldn't have been all yours in the end, and my Joseph had no inheritance rights at all, so he wouldn't fight with you. Why are you I don’t understand.” Madam Jenny cried and said, “Now that William is dead, you are still talking about fighting, don’t you feel sad for William at all, woo woo woo…”

"How shameless you bitch! It's unfortunate for my elder brother to marry a woman like you! You really shouldn't be allowed to attend the funeral, so get out!" Joseph supported Mrs. Jenny, and glared at Helena angrily.

Helena ignored Madam Jenny and her son at all, and turned to look at me: "Believe it or not, I was framed by someone, to be precise, by Sarah, William's maid."

"No shame! Back when so many people saw you lying on the same bed with your servant, there was nothing to argue about." Elizabeth yelled, "Brother William learned to gamble because of your anger. And those who drink, this is all your fault! Today’s tragedy is all caused by you! You dare to make my mother sad, get out of here! From now on, you are not allowed to appear in Quintet again!”

"William came to me last year and said he wanted to reconcile with me..." Helena said to herself, "I originally planned...who knows..."

She sighed long, with a sad expression: "It's useless to say it now, you don't have to rush me away, I will leave naturally after the funeral is over."

I looked at Helena suspiciously. From this point of view, she was actually not as bad as the rumors said.

"Brother Adam, father wants to see you." At this moment, Anna walked downstairs with a sad face.

I saw that she was a little depressed, so I asked her: "What's the matter? What did he tell you?"

Anna glanced at Mrs. Jeanne and her children, shook her head and said to me: "Nothing."

I hesitated for a while, but decided to go see my father.

My father's bedroom is on the sunny side of the second floor. It is the largest and most luxurious room in the whole building. I have never entered it, but when I was a child, when I passed by the two doors full of golden hollow carvings, I would secretly guess what was inside. Kind of.And now the seriously ill man is lying on the other side of the gate, waiting for me to go in and meet him.

"Father, it's me." I knocked on the door and said.

"Come in." My father's voice was weak, completely different from the cold and stern voice I remembered.

As soon as I pushed the door open, a wave of heat hit my face.The room was very hot and stuffy, and instead of opening the windows, thick red curtains were covered, coupled with the dark red carpet, which made everything in the room look so dazzling.

My father was lying on a large bed with a headboard and four-legged mahogany inlaid with golden patterns.The bed curtain covered three of them, leaving one side open for me to see the pale, bulging-eyed man on the bed.

Father was indeed ill, and very ill.In the last life, not long after I inherited Quint, he passed away.Although he chose my wife for me, I never knew whether he also planned the murder together.If so, it's terrible.I have always been unwilling to speculate on others with the worst thoughts, let alone this person is my father, no matter how much he hates me and wants to leave the manor to Joseph, he will not want to kill me, I am his flesh and blood, no His enemy!

"Father, are you okay?" I asked him.

Panting heavily, he snorted and said, "You finally came to see me. Your brother is not dead, and you would never have thought of coming to see me, an old man who is about to die."

It was too hot in the room. At noon in midsummer, the window was closed and the quilt was covered. I found that he was sweating profusely from the heat, but his face was pale.

"Aren't you hot? Do you want to open the window?" I asked him, and then I stretched out my hand and pulled the collar. Although I only came in for a short while, I was already sweating profusely. I really don't know how he is in this room. stay.

"No, don't open the window, the doctor said the outside air is not good for my health." He said hastily.

"Don't worry too much, take good care of your body, and you will get better." I said.

"Of course I hope to get better, but what if it doesn't get better? I have to make preparations in advance. Your brother, William, who has worried me all my life, didn't expect to walk ahead of me. I should have been happy, That rebellious son keeps making me angry, but now that he is dead, I feel sad, ahem..." Dean coughed forcefully, his pale face turned red, and after a suffocating silence, He stared at my face and said, "You must be very happy. After William dies, you can inherit the manor."

"I gave up the right to inherit the manor a long time ago, don't you remember?" I said calmly.

"Remember, why don't you remember." He snorted coldly and said, "You villain who blackmailed your father, you stupidly gave up your inheritance rights for a mere thousand pounds. But now that William is dead, you know you have another Here’s your chance. You know very well that the agreement back then, as long as we jointly decide to abolish it, will be nothing more than a scrap of paper.”

"I never thought of rescinding that agreement," I said.

"Ha!" He said with a sarcastic smile, "Stop joking? Have you ever thought of rescinding the agreement? Don't tell me you don't want to inherit the manor, it will be the funniest joke I've ever heard in my life. If you don't want to inherit Manor, then what are you doing here to see me? Just admit it, you came to me to ask me to abolish the previous agreement."

Then he said viciously: "You ungrateful bastard, you use outsiders to bully your younger brothers and sisters at home, and you always make me angry. I will not leave the manor to you, I will return the manor to Viscount Constantine , you will regret it!"

I sighed and said, "I also agree with your decision, the manor should be returned to Viscount Constantine."

"Hmph! You are so stubborn, just like your brother. If I don't leave the manor to you, will you drink the northwest wind in the future? Thank me, you are so cruel to me, but I am so kind to you, I am reluctant to leave the manor to others, I just want to leave it to you. I am so soft-hearted, I should have let you not get a penny!" He stared at me and said, "Kneel down and beg my forgiveness, and then ask Your stepmother, sister and brother apologize, as long as you sincerely repent, I will leave the manor to you. In addition, I have chosen an excellent wife for you, she is gentle and beautiful, and the dowry is generous..."

"Didn't you hear me when I said I wouldn't inherit the manor?" I interrupted his chatter.

The room was extremely quiet, and the sweltering heat was even more boiling. My father stared at me with protruding eyes: "What did you say?"

"I made a decision when I gave up the right to inherit. I will not come back to inherit the manor. The manor should be left to Viscount Constantine. After attending William's funeral, I will leave here and say goodbye to everything here." I said quickly.

"Are you kidding or are you angry with me?" He looked at me in disbelief and said, "Oh, don't do this with me, I'm tired and don't want to talk nonsense with you."

"I'm not kidding, you have a good rest, I'm sorry first." I bowed to him, and then prepared to leave.

"Stop! Don't go! Stop!" he yelled at me.

I stopped and turned my back to him, feeling desolate in my heart.I don't want to say anything more to him, lest I really know the truth that I don't want to accept.

"You... are you blaming me? Blame me for treating you badly all these years? Blame me for sending you to that inferior school?" Dean coughed violently, as if he was going to cough up his entire lung, he slowed down The voice changed from the high-ranking posture just now, and comforted me in a low voice: "I was wrong, can I apologize to you? Stay and inherit the manor. No matter how many wrong things I have done in the past, I will still be your father." , I still love you. I will leave the manor to you, to my son, not to those outsiders. My tone was not very good just now, just let me apologize to you, I am a little embarrassed, in the name of God Please don't be so harsh on me."

"I am grateful to the rich businessman who helped you pay the tuition back then. He made up for my mistakes. But even if you have a job as a pastor now, it is only a little over 100 pounds a year. Only when you inherit the manor can you become a real gentleman , don't be angry with your poor father anymore, I have already apologized to you, for the sake of my dying, please forgive me." He said sadly.

What he said at this time is even more beautiful and moving than in the previous life. If I were the fool in the previous life, I might have been moved to tears.

I suddenly turned to face him, stared into his eyes and asked, "I heard that you chose a wife for me?"

"Yes, her name is Catherine, and she is a very beautiful maiden..."

"I once swore to keep my body and mind pure and serve the gods, so I can't get married." I said word by word.

"Nonsense! How can you not get married! You must get married! Marry Miss Catherine! Ahem..." He immediately yelled anxiously, like a frightened dog.

"If you can't get married, can you not inherit the manor?" Looking at his panic-stricken behavior, I felt amused.

Dean said excitedly: "Yes, yes, if you don't marry Miss Catherine, you can't inherit the manor. You must marry Catherine."

"So sorry, I'm sorry." I bowed to him and exited the room.

I stood at the door and didn't leave immediately.

The midday sun was shining on me, and the breeze was blowing slowly, which made me feel much cooler.It was so stuffy and oppressive in that room that my clothes were soaked through.Contrary to the sweltering environment, my heart was cold.

Why is he doing this to me?What did I do to make him deal with me so deliberately?Just to make a profit for his other son?I've been trying to lie to myself, telling myself he didn't know, he didn't know that Joseph and Catherine were going to join forces to kill me, that he just picked me a bad wife by accident.But now I know that when you think that some people are extremely bad, they can always go beyond your imagination and do even more despicable and shameless things.He is no longer my father, and even a stranger would not harbor such deep malice toward a person that he would do harm to him.

Farewell, Quint Manor, let this be over.When I have nothing to do with this estate, they don't have to bloody hands over these things.

After attending William's funeral, despite Mrs. Jenny's repeated dissuasion, we got into the carriage and forcibly left the manor.

Mrs. Jenny looked anxious and surprised, she seemed very sure that I would stay and inherit the estate, but I caught her off guard, and she even tried to order the servants to prevent us from leaving.But how could such an indecent order be possible?There were three gentlemen in our party, all respectable men, and four strong footmen with us.The servants of the manor recoiled from our stare, and there was no way they would touch us.

Even Elizabeth came up to dissuade me, and said to me with a bitter face: "Adam, are you still angry with me? That's why you refused to stay. I was wrong. I shouldn't have been so unreasonable to you that day. Look at me On the face of my seriously ill father, please stay, please, please, you can't be so cruel, our father can't last long, please show kindness..."

"Leave them alone, let's go!" I ordered the driver.

The coachman swung his whip and drove the carriage away.

Edward let out a breath and said, "Looking at how they are all for your own good, I am really worried that you will stay and inherit the manor. I have heard that you have a bad relationship, but they are actively trying to persuade you to inherit the manor. Maybe You don't have any good intentions at all, you have to be more cautious."

I looked at the birch trees flying by outside the window without saying a word.

The author has something to say: I will inherit the manor, please be anxious.

The agreement signed by Adam to renounce the right of inheritance is effective, and if he wants to inherit the manor again, unless his father and he sign an agreement at the same time to abolish the previous agreement.Note that both people must sign the agreement. As long as one person does not sign, then Adam cannot inherit the manor.But the prerequisite for the white flowers is that Adam must marry Catherine as his wife.

Medicine at that time was very bad. When people were sick, they did not open the windows, bathed with urine, used leeches as medicine, and the patients tortured themselves to death...