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When Arthur woke up from a brief coma, he saw the faces of Andrew and the girl behind him, and he was startled and said in horror: "How can you bring her into the house?! Father will kill you!" mine!"

"This is the girl Rachel you brought back last night, she told me you liked her," Andrew held Rachel's hand, "I thought you would be happy, so I brought her."

Arthur smiled, "Thank you."

"But I have one condition," Andrew stroked the girl's fingers, "promise to let her date me too, and I like her too."

Arthur froze for a moment, always felt something strange, but he was grateful to his brother. He once told Andrew that he would share all the happiness with him, and now, he was embarrassed to break his promise: "Okay, if If Rachel agrees."

Days passed like this day by day, Arthur still shared his joy with his brother, and Andrew also protected his brother in front of his father as usual.The relationship between the two is as close as ever, and even Mrs. Jenna would jokingly say: "Your relationship really makes my mother jealous."

Until one day, a letter from Knoppington broke the short tranquility here.Arthur took the letter and said to Andrew: "If I have this property, I can get rid of that man! If I have that castle, I can take my mother over! Let her never suffer from that man again." Insult!" But he sighed instead, "Father won't let me go!"

Andrew had never seen such a shining light in the other party's eyes. He patted Arthur on the shoulder lightly: "I will tell my father."

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Andrew stared blankly at the empty doorway, everything from the past appeared in front of him, those difficult and happy days were all marked by the two people, but he broke Arthur's heart because of a little jealousy .

It started to rain suddenly outside, Isabel picked up the clothes on the ground, "Sorry, I..."

The girl's pitiful voice brought Andrew's thoughts back to reality. He stood up, looked down at the disheveled girl sitting on the bed, and said coldly: "You are not Isabel/Raven." Then he stretched out his hand and grabbed the girl's red Hair: "Who the hell are you?!"

The young man's fingers carried an undoubted threat. Even if the red-haired girl shed tears, she could not move the furious Andrew at all. She closed her eyes resignedly, "Why do you say that?"

"Isabel is a noble lady," Andrew looked at her disheveled clothes, "not a slut."

After hearing this, the girl sneered, shook off Andrew's hand, and put the skirt on indiscriminately, "You who do such a thing have no right to say that I am not a lady! If I am really Isabel, you think I am Will you fall in love with that stupid brother of yours?!" After finishing speaking, the girl seized the opportunity to leave the door.

Andrew wanted to hold her to ask questions, but the neighing of horses and the sound of fast hoofbeats outside the door made him turn his head. The blond young man opened the window and vaguely saw a black shadow gradually going away. But the sky was not suitable for rain.

"Arthur!" Andrew was startled. He didn't know where his brother was going now, but an ominous premonition welled up.

He immediately grabbed his coat and ran downstairs, but his horse was let go, Arthur must have done it, so Andrew had to run to another stable and take a random horse and start chasing the shadow.

It rained heavily that night, and the air was stuffy and oppressive, as if something was about to happen.

Ferdinand didn't sleep well all night, and there was thunder outside one after another. He got out of bed and went to the living room, put the burning candles on the table, and then took out some bottles and cans from his travel bag and began to pour them into the cup.

He coughed violently and added some water to the glass. A scent of elderberry wafted into the air. Ferdinand felt better after drinking a few cups of the potion. He put away the jars and sat by the window. Breathing the cold air outside the window.

At this time, there was a slight sound of footsteps, and Ferdinand turned his head in horror, and took out the knife he had been holding in his hand, only to see Joseph standing not far away with a long robe.

"Mr. Hawley..." Joseph took two steps back when he saw the cold halo flashing on the knife.

Ferdinand put away the knife when he saw it was Joseph, "Sorry, I thought it was..."

He couldn't think of any excuses for a while, but the young farmer quickly nodded in understanding: "I heard you coughing, Mr. Hawley, maybe it's not a good idea for you to open the window to get in the rain."

He draped his robe over Ferdinand and leaned out to close the window.Only then did Ferdinand realize that half of his face was already wet from the rain that drifted in.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, Joseph." Ferdinand stroked the wet hair back of his head, "Go to sleep, I'm fine by myself."

While he was talking, there was a scent of fragrance, and Joseph fanned his nose, looking at the thin side face of the black-haired gentleman.The opponent's skillful inversion of the potion made Joseph feel that it was a very painful thing to be tortured by illness, and he felt that Ferdinand, who was watching the rain in the dark, looked very lonely and helpless. Gone with the wind.And only he knew what a kind and sincere gentleman Mr Hawley was.Joseph even felt a little sorry for him.

"Then I'll go back to my room. If you have something to do, be sure to wake me up, Mr. Hawley." Joseph said.

Ferdinand turned his gaze out of the window again. Even though the temperature was getting lower and lower, he felt that it was not so cold.

On the second day, Mr. Brownler, the housekeeper, unexpectedly woke up everyone in the room at dawn.When everyone was awakened by the rapid knock on the door and came downstairs almost in their pajamas, they saw Mr. Brownler with a pale face.

The old gentleman shook his lips, looked at the remaining three heirs: Mr. George, Mr. Hawley, and Miss Isabel, and sighed: "Miss Isabel, gentlemen, tell you a very sad news, Andrew/Nar Mr. Ci is dead."

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Andrew's body was found in the river. Last night's heavy rain made the road muddy. When crossing the bridge, the horse slipped and fell down the mountain. Andrew's feet got entangled in the stirrups and were dragged into the valley together. .The horse's body was on top of him, ribs piercing the entrails.It was not until this morning that the plowing farmers discovered him.

When Andrew's body was carried to the hall, everyone's expressions became solemn, and Isabel took two steps back and covered her mouth.

The once handsome young man was covered under a white coarse cloth, leaving only a fuzzy undulating figure and a tuft of blond hair exposed.One part of the cloth was red with oozing blood, like a poppy flower dotting the corpse.

At this time, hurried footsteps came from the door, and when everyone raised their heads, Arthur appeared in front of them.

"Ah!" Isabel screamed as if seeing an undead, and Henry supported her.

Arthur didn't know where he went. His body was covered in stains and his hair was disheveled. He stumbled to the corpse and lifted the cloth. Andrew's face appeared in front of him, pale and quiet.

"Andrew..." Arthur knelt in front of him, stroking the other's cold cheeks repeatedly, "Andrew...why not me, why not me!" He repeated these two sentences repeatedly, as if chanting some spell.

The Naltz family will send someone over soon, and Arthur has been staying by his brother's side, repeating the same words, as if possessed.

No one could pull Arthur away from Andrew. Everyone gradually left, and Miss Isabel was especially sad. Henry became a kind person and took her back to his room.

After closing the door, Henry hugged Isabel's shoulder and patted her on the back: "It's okay, it's okay, it's none of your business."

The girl's thin body was trembling, and she clutched the man's upper arm tightly, "When will this end? When will this damn thing end?! You told me that you will get property soon!! But now?! These cursed bastards, this fucking place!!"

"Isabelle!" Henry quickly covered her mouth and glared at her, "A lady shouldn't say such foul language!"

"No, I'm Lois/Briley!" The red-haired girl raised her hand and scratched her braided hair. "Not the dead girl!"

With a snap, Henry slapped the girl, and he said angrily: "Don't disturb our plan for such a trivial matter! If you really don't care about your share of the money, you can leave now!!! Then every day for not to For a pound, let those stinking men fuck you!!"

The girl was silent, of course she didn't want to go back, in those alleys with sewage, she was just a skinny mouse hiding in the dark, the daughter of a prostitute, a contemptible cousin who inherited her mother's business .

Fear of a miserable past trumps hesitation in the present, and there is nothing in this world more terrifying than not having enough to eat.Lois stopped trembling, she took a deep breath, and drank the strong drink Henry poured her, "What are we going to do next, Mr. Raven?!"

On the other side, Ferdinand looked at the calendar, and the time has passed halfway.