aristocratic engagement

Wickham seemed to see a ghost, his pupils shrank sharply, and he was yelling words that people could not understand.

The servant who restrained him felt a chill, and as soon as he let go of his hand, Wickham fell to the ground.

Blood spread from under his body, and Wickham twitched slightly.

Annie turned her eyes away, even though she thought she was more knowledgeable than ordinary people, she had never had such an experience.The blood was flowing, and it glowed a frightening black under the dim candlelight.

Anne couldn't help frowning as the bloody smell rushed straight to her forehead.

"Let, let the doctor come and show him."

Georgiana's weak voice sounded.Her words attracted everyone to look at her, and Georgiana took two steps closer to Darcy in embarrassment.

"Georgianna, do you want to intercede for him?" Darcy raised his eyebrows.

"No... no, brother." Georgiana shook her head. She gazed at the fragile body and summoned up her courage, and said, "Miss Clark fell in love with him. If we tell her about Wickham , and he is dead, she will definitely not believe it, and even hold a grudge against us."

"Miss Clark?" There was some doubt in Darcy's voice.

Georgiana was about to explain, but Anne covered her mouth.

"I agree with what Georgiana said, let the doctor deal with it, and save half of his life for now." After a pause, Anne looked at Mrs. Reynolds's hand wrapped in Wickham's clothes. The disgusting object, said, "Those things... keep them for now as evidence."

"Burn it, these things are left in the manor, it's disgusting to think about." Darcy's cheek muscles twitched slightly.

Georgiana looked between the two and said, "If Miss Clark insists on evidence—"

"Do I need her consent to deal with the people in my manor?"

Anne and Georgiana could not argue for a moment.

Yes, Wickham was from Pemberley Park, and it was up to Darcy to decide what to do with it.Even if Miss Clark fell in love with him, she couldn't interfere.

However, Annie has a kind of selfishness.

To put it bluntly, she pitied Rosa Clark.

This is a girl who believes in love, even if her trust crosses people.Anne wanted to wake her up, at least to make her understand that there was nothing wrong with her insisting on marrying the one she loved, and it was Wickham who was wrong.

She fell in love with a scumbag.

However, as an outsider, Anne had never interfered with the affairs of the Pemberley Manor and people's rights—it was just those trivial daily things.

After a stalemate for a while, Darcy's lips moved slightly, and he ordered: "Mrs. Reynolds, let the doctor come and save half of his life. You don't need to treat him wholeheartedly. As for those things... burn them."

Mrs. Reynolds took command at once.

"Wickham can no longer step into the manor and let him live in a stable." Darcy said coldly, his eyes slowly passing over everyone's faces, "I don't want to hear anyone talking about this anymore something, do you understand?"

The servants immediately lowered their heads, saluted and said yes.

The footman brought the torches, and Mrs. Reynolds piled the filthy pile before the door.

The tongue of flames rolled up in an instant, and a puff of blue smoke came out of the cotton and linen shirt wrapped in the outer layer, which quickly disappeared.The silk underwear burned slowly, exuding a burning smell and sizzling.

Wickham's groans/groans of begging for mercy became weaker and weaker until he passed out completely.

Darcy came to the fireplace in the living room like a gust of wind, and sat down on the sofa: "I want him to live and die."

Mrs. Catherine had already known everything from Mrs. Black, and said angrily: "It's too cheap for him to die like that! Darcy, you are right!"

Anne and Georgiana followed Darcy back into the drawing room, and sat down on the sofa opposite him.

Darcy looked away from the firelight, turned his face slightly, and looked at the three people in the family.

After a long while, Madam Catherine couldn't bear such silence anymore, and asked, "Darcy, where have you been these days? Didn't you mean to see off the Bingley brothers and sisters? Why haven't we heard from you for so many days? We are all very worried."

"Yes, yes! Brother, we are all in a hurry, I'm afraid something will happen to you outside!" Georgiana nodded her head.

Darcy looked at the other girl who didn't speak.

Annie's lips moved slightly, and words of concern stuck in her throat.

——No matter what she said, she felt a little awkward.

Darcy looked away, and explained curtly: "Old Mr. Bingley was very ill, and I did not stay long there. But I got a message on my return, and I hurried off to London."

"What's the matter?" Madam Catherine leaned forward slightly, and asked, "Annie is also planning to go to London these days, maybe you can go together."

"Oh? You're going to London? For what?" Darcy didn't answer Madam Catherine's question, but looked at Anne.

"...about the mine."

"Mine?" Darcy leaned back, nodded, and signaled her to continue.

Anne straightened her mind, and told Darcy all the findings on her small manor and Mr. Smith's reply. "...I originally planned to expel Wickham to work in the mine. Everything is difficult at the beginning, but now the work is the heaviest, and it will make him suffer a lot."

As soon as she finished speaking, Annie suddenly realized that she was defenseless in front of this person and said everything.

Is it because his assets are far more than her own, so she is not worried that he knows those "commercial secrets"?

However, when she fights against those big shots, she has always been extremely cautious.People with richer assets have more minds, and they will fall into the other party's trap if they are not careful.

Is it because of blood relationship?

No, neither she nor Lawrence and Lance, who had seen each other regularly over the years, would ever speak freely of it.

Anne instinctively wanted to avoid the correct answer—because it wasn't "correct."

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome, he won't appreciate it if you give him a job." Darcy's words interrupted her thoughts, "Even if Pemberley Manor treated him like this, his father even treated him like his own child and left a legacy , leaving a back road and a future, I didn't see any gratitude in his eyes."

"He's too greedy to recognize his identity!" Lady Catherine said firmly.

"That's right. My dear, you gave him a job, but he only resented that you didn't give him enough. I dare say that your mine hasn't started yet, and those workers have already heard his nonsense and told the master Hate it to the bone. Turning black and white is what he does best, and that’s a fact I only recently learned.”

"That was punishment, I didn't expect him to thank me and say good things about me."

"But you underestimated his rhetoric." Darcy sneered, "I sent someone to Cambridge to investigate what he has done over the years, and the results were astonishing."

Georgiana and Anne looked at each other, Qiqi straightened up and looked at Darcy.

Darcy told them the information from the investigation in detail: "At first, he spent a lot of money in school, making everyone think that he was Pemberley's illegitimate son, and that's why he had so much money to squander."

"What?! Bastard?" Georgiana screamed, opening her mouth wide.

Darcy snorted coldly, and continued: "When his money is almost spent, those who believe in his life experience will also fall into his trap.

At this time, he made up some gossip and circulated in private. It seems that Georgiana and I couldn't tolerate him, so in spite of his father's last wish, he cut off his source of income. "

Unbelievable, Georgiana looked shocked.

"However, most of those who believed his nonsense have never had contact with us, and will never have the opportunity to contact us. They are all ordinary sons of country gentlemen.

The young people who were suspicious of him all knew the scale of Pemberley Manor, but they couldn't find me and heard that Pemberley Manor had no owner for the time being, so they had to stay away from him silently.

Until one day, the news reached Lance’s ears—you know, Lance has been studying outside, but he never paid attention to Wickham, and his social circle didn’t overlap too much until not long ago. Just heard about it a while ago. "

Annie opened her eyes wide and said in surprise, "So Lance knew? But why didn't he tell me..."

"It's Pemberley's business, after all." Darcy took it for granted.

But Annie was in a dilemma.

"Lance got someone to give Wickham a lesson and expose him for what he really was - his mistresses were so angry they 'pityed' him but were convinced he could still squeeze out of Pemberley Money, this has been funding Wickham to wander in clubs and social life.

Women have ignored him, and gentlemen have long since repelled him.Wickham heard the news that I was going back to Pemberley, so he packed up and returned to Pemberley Manor one step ahead of schedule. "

"So, on the day we came back, he showed up at the post station to pick us up..." Georgiana was extremely disappointed.She only knew that Wickham played with other people's feelings recklessly, but she didn't know that even that insignificant "sincerity" was false.

After talking about Wickham, there was a sigh in the living room.

"What about Wickham? Just let him live in the stable?" Annie suddenly asked.

"Dr. Layson's technique is very good." Darcy nodded slightly and took a sip of tea.

"What... ah!" Annie's question was answered by herself almost as soon as she asked it.

Darcy wants him to live forever, which is far more painful than death.

The doctor could pull him back from the brink of hell, and he could push him back when he caught his breath.

Anne silently gave Darcy a thumbs up.

Georgiana blinked: "What charades are you playing?"

"Georgiana, let me ask you, which one is the most frightening, heaven, hell, or earth?" Anne asked her.

"Of course it's hell!" Georgiana said without thinking.

"Wrong." Darcy shook his head. "When his body is in the world, but his soul has already returned to hell, this is the most frightening thing."

Annie nodded: "At that time, the happiest thing for him was—"

"die."

Darcy followed her words, raised the cup in his hand, and said with tea instead of wine: "To Mr. George Wickham."

"God of death."

The author has something to say: there will be a chapter later.

Today's traffic is so cold that I doubt my life. The number of words is twice that of before, but the background income is still motionless (I personally feel that the content of these two days is still quite red chicken).

日六的手微微颤抖……大家都回学校了？还是在补作业？_(:з」∠)_感谢在2021-01-0223:47:49~2021-01-0320:48:21期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles without words;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!