The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

"Is it Alan Stone?" Grace once asked Orisa.

Orisa was very ill by then, her cheeks were deeply sunken, and her eyes were cloudy and dull.

Because of Grace's question, those dull eyes moved slowly, and she sighed in a low voice: "If only Master Allen..."

That's all she said. After a piercing cough, Orisa looked out the window wearily.

Grace was lying on a bed next to her, and she and she turned their heads to look at the past—it was a whole clean and bright window, and one could see the green fields and blue sky outside, and it was they in the small dark room in the basement. A view never to be seen.

Orisa's last words to Grace before she died were: "Never trust a man's unfulfilled promise. If they say they will give you something later, it's just to take something away from you now."

"Bitch! Who told you to do this!" Ward, the housekeeper, strangled Grace's neck and pressed him to the desk.Grace's face was turned to one side, her eyes fixed on the letter.

At this moment, the man who was choking his neck in frustration was undoubtedly a very good person to William Ston and Alan Ston; but to Orisa, he was undoubtedly a very bad person .

Grace wondered deeply, can someone be good and bad at the same time?If a person is good and bad at the same time, is he good or bad?

The hand on her throat was tighter than before, and Grace couldn't breathe at all.

"Say! Who ordered you? That cheap Welsh dog? Or his master?" The butler Ward seemed really furious, not only because of the fright he had received during this time, but also because of why he Looks like something more serious.

He let go of one hand.The pressure on the throat was less, and Grace was just about to grab a breath of fresh air when a loud slap fell on his cheek, "Bitch! Eat the inside out! Madam spared your life and kept you in the villa Here, you just collude with outsiders like this..." The butler sneered, pinching Grace's rapidly reddened and swollen face, "Yes, I remembered, you hooked up with the Earl on the first day he came...you and your dead Like mother, they are all lowly whores who specialize in seducing the male master... ah!"

The hand on the throat was released, butler Ward covered his back, and took two steps back, screaming in pain.He realized almost immediately what the wet feeling on his back was - he had woken up to this smell every morning during this time, only this time it was his own blood.

He couldn't believe that the maid was so bold, but he couldn't help it. Grace threw him to the ground like crazy, and the sharp point of the knife hung above his eyes, reflecting the moonlight.

"Save—" Grace tightly covered his mouth, with the blade across his neck.

"Shut up!" Grace tried to put on a vicious look, because she was trembling, the blade cut a few cuts on the fragile skin.

A servant at the level of the butler Ward had never even seen a chicken killed. He was terrified by the wounds he had been cut by the knife one after another. He nodded desperately and expressed with his eyes that he listened to Grace in everything.

Suddenly there was a loud noise outside the door, followed by a shout: "Miss Grace!"

The two people in the room were all shocked, and the butler was struggling under Grace's suppression.Grace lost her weight and was almost thrown off her body by him. In a panic, the blade pressing on the butler's neck was cut deeply, and blood flowed profusely.

"I...I..." The housekeeper frightenedly used his hands to scoop up the blood flowing from the side of his neck, and a gasping sound of "ho ho" came out of his throat.

Grace trembled violently, the golden knife fell out of his hand, and fell to the ground with a "jingle".

The noise outside the door continued, and before Grace could realize what it was, the door was knocked open.

It's Mr. Wales.

Seeing the scene in the room, the servant left behind by the earl paused, and immediately turned around and closed the door tightly, and at the same time asked loudly, "Miss Grace, are you okay?"

"Mr. Wales! Help me! Please help me!" the butler Ward begged for help almost insanely, his voice was extremely weak from blood loss, and was completely covered by Grace's terrified cries: "I didn't expect...I'm not on purpose!"

Mr. Wales strode towards the two of them, his clean shoes stepped into the bloody water without hesitation, and he picked up the baby-shaped blood cloth and put it in his pocket.

"Hush——" He squatted down in front of Grace, with a serious and calm expression, like his master, which gave Grace great comfort at the moment, and asked in a trembling voice, grabbing his sleeve: "Will he die? ..."

Mr. Welsh patted the back of Grace's hand reassuringly, picked up the blood-stained knife and stuffed it back into his hand, and then looked at the wounded: "Please let me see your wound." Butler Ward has been frightened and Tormented by blood loss, he lost his mind and did not respond to these words.

Mr. Welsh held the butler's wrist and moved his hand away, revealing a bloody gash in the flesh. Grace let out a short cry and moved her buttocks against the carpet.

Mr. Wales grabbed Grace's hand and prevented him from fleeing, "Please believe me. The Earl asked me to protect you."

There were hurried footsteps and voices in the corridor, "What happened?" "It seemed to come from Mr. Ward's room!" "I heard someone calling Grace!"

Mr. Welsh held Grace's hand tightly, and the blade quickly and forcefully slashed along the wound on the side of the butler's neck, just like those men in the backyard wiping chicken necks.

A column of blood about half a person's height sprayed out from the butler's neck.

As the door was pushed open again, Grace let out a shrill scream.