The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

His own home immediately burned at a terrible speed, and exuded a terrible smell.

"It's on fire, put out the fire!" Ivy pushed Owen away, and shouted as loudly as possible, almost screaming at the top of her lungs.

The exclamation hit everyone's dreams like a thunderbolt, waking them up collectively. After opening the window and looking at them, all of them lost their drowsiness, and the whole family fell into panic in an instant.

"Oh my god, my God, what's going on!" Anna realized that her beloved rose garden had been burned to ashes, and her eyes went black, and she almost couldn't stand and fainted. Fortunately, Rachel kept supporting her with.

Even though the loyal old servant was scared out of his wits himself, he never forgot to comfort the master next to him, "Madam, Linde has gone to seek help from the police officer, and everything will be fine soon. Everything will pass quickly, my dear lady."

Anna prayed silently in her heart and kept making the sign of the cross on her chest: "I really want to know which bastard did this. As far as I know, the Mornington family has always been kind to others and never caused such a disaster."

The chaotic scene outside has calmed down. Fortunately, it was discovered early and the fire was not too big, otherwise the consequences would be really unimaginable.

"Mrs. Mornington, I'm sorry we're late." The police officer was a middle-aged man with a beer belly, scratching his little hair. "But it should be fine, you don't have to worry."

Before the [-]th century, there was no police profession in Britain. Local law enforcement work was generally performed by police officers, and they were selected only when they were respected men.Therefore, they basically know each other with the nobles.

"Sir, I would like to know the perpetrator of the arson. Please bring him to justice. This old house is the ancestral home of my poor late husband's family. It has been damaged to a certain extent. I think the laws of the British Empire must be able to grant it." My right to claim compensation."

The police officer with a beer belly showed a troubled look, and the little follower around him also looked at each other in dismay, bowed to Anna together, and replied in unison: "I think we have probably identified the arsonist, but there is no evidence, so It's not easy to do."

Anna was agitated by their hesitation, and her sharp voice broke out: "If there is anything I can't know, I will personally visit Sir Lautrand, the justice of the peace. Of course, I don't think you will want me to do this."

"No, no, no..." The police officer hurriedly waved his hands, "You misunderstood us."

"I'm just hoping to get a result in half a minute."

The police officer glanced at Ivy who was standing silently by the side, and said, "Speaking of which, it has something to do with Miss Sylvia."

Strange to say, Anna's expression was only angry before, but after saying this, she was instantly tinged with panic and even fear while being angry.

"You don't need to go on." Anna interrupted, "The Mornington family has been innocent for hundreds of years. Anyone who mentions this matter is undoubtedly slander. As long as I am still alive in this world, I don't want to hear about them again." even a single word."

The police officer bowed and explained again and again with an apologetic expression: "So I hope the countess can understand our difficulties. The man has already made friends with the justice of the peace, and there is no evidence. Of."

They all seem to be avoiding a taboo.

Ivy tried to explore the subtle expression changes of each of them, but found it was futile. Even Arthur who was standing beside him was solemn and silent. It was impossible to judge something from his expression.

When everyone dispersed, she watched Anna go back to her room to sleep, and then she sneaked closer to Rachel's ear.

"Can I know who the murderer is?"

"My God, it's Frederick, that dreadful madman."

The poor old woman was still in shock, bead-sized beads of sweat kept shaking off her forehead, and her lips turned white with horror.

Ivy suddenly remembered that this Frederick was the first love of her sister who died young, and the son of the groom.

"I said earlier that their family is not a good person. The master should not have hired his father into Mornington Manor."

Rachel complained, the red nose was swollen with anger, "I don't know what kind of luck it is for Mornington to get into such a big trouble after raising a crazy son."

"His father always used his wages to drink in pubs by the Thames, got drunk, and then beat his wife to vent his anger. Like a father, like a son, I dare say that the madman's crazy genes come from his father It's inherited."

Rachel was getting angry, and couldn't help muttering angrily, scolding Frederick's family members: "And his sister is also a dissolute and immoral courtesan, I heard that marrying a rich businessman doesn't follow the rules, but she wants to be the mistress of an old French nobleman. The revolution there sent her lover to the guillotine. I think she should also be imprisoned in the Bastille for the rest of her life. Her skittish, vain nature."

"If the Mornington family was still the same as it was 100 years ago, how could we let that lunatic family escape the law and send them to be shot?"

Rachel couldn't vent her anger enough, and even wanted to scold Frederick's nephew, but found that there was no one around, only the wind whirling around.

Ivy, the only listener, has already run upstairs in a hurry.

Arthur was packing his departure luggage in his room. The suitcase was not big, except for a change of clothes and necessary belongings, it was only enough to hold a little thing he wanted to take away.

After repeated hesitation and thinking, he chose to stuff the wallet containing a few hairs of Catherine and the gadgets his sister gave him.

She told him it was called a key chain, and although he didn't understand why he wanted to hang something on the key, he still solemnly packed the pink plush ball in a small cloth bag and put it in the box together with his sweetheart's hair .

I don't have any savings on hand, even if I open the drawer dedicated to saving money, there are only a few coins scattered.

He shook them all out, and the sound of "Kang Dang Bang Dang" was clear and sharp. Counting these few shillings, a sense of sadness suddenly came to his heart.

If only I could bring the violin with me.

he thought gloomily.

Suddenly, there was a small rustling sound from the corner of the wall, not like the sound of a mouse, and even accidentally knocked the quill on the bookshelf to the ground, and it floated on the ground and remained motionless.

He sighed: "Come out."

Ivy walked out from behind the curtain in response, looked at him and called: "Brother."

"Sit down and drink a glass of water to calm down the shock." Arthur finally spoke after a long silence, dragged the chair closer to her and motioned his sister to sit down, "What happened tonight must have frightened you."

"I'm fine, I just want to ask you something."

"I already guessed what you're going to ask. You were still in boarding school at the time. I don't think you knew anything, and my mother didn't want you to know it."

"So you tell me what happened to Sylvia and Frederick."

Her beautiful blue eyes looked directly into Arthur's equally clear pupils, making it impossible for the latter to avoid her questioning.

"You guessed it, the story between them is not what mother and Rachel said. Otherwise, I don't think you would come here to ask me."

Ivy frowned: "I just want to know the truth about my own sister."

"Well..." Arthur made up his mind, raised his head and looked into her eyes, "Sylvia was not forced to marry in the past, everything was of her own free will. And now we can't find She should have been buried in a coffin near the church."

"why?"

"Stolen by Frederick and refused to return."

"Is he crazy?" Ivy was surprised, why is there such a person in the world?

"To be precise, he is indeed a madman."

Ivy has never seen such a tangled expression of Arthur, showing both hatred and uncontrollable sympathy, as if he wants to hate this person but can't hate him, but a poor person must have something to hate, he Looked unforgiving.

"After Sylvia got married, he went to Latin America and obtained a very rich fortune. After returning home, he used his money to gain a certain reputation. From then on, he got rid of the status of the groom's son and became a noble family. guest of honor."

"It's a pity that Sylvia died not long after he returned to China and became a rich man. He claimed that our sister should pay for the pain caused by her sin.

Therefore, she stole her coffin recklessly, and even published a statement in the newspaper stating that Sylvia Wellesley was Frederick's only bride, and even if she was buried, she would be buried in his manor.Mother was therefore very ashamed, and declared that this was the greatest disgrace in our family history, and forbade anyone to bring it up again. "

"Then since Sylvia has been in love with him since she was a child, why did she voluntarily marry someone else? Is it because she doesn't love him enough?"

No matter how much Ai Wei thought about it, she felt that only this explanation was convincing.

Unexpectedly, Arthur shook his head without hesitation, denying it outright.

"On the contrary, Sylvia loves him very much. The two are like burning flames, sacrificing each other's lives. I even wondered if this sister was poisoned by some kind of poison, so she insisted on being with him in spite of everyone's opposition. Together."

"Then why?"

"Sylvia told him that they were both of the same nature, and that she loved him more than herself because he was so like her. I was eavesdropping on the other day when I heard Frederick He questioned her hysterically, calling her a hypocritical, deceitful woman.

But she just explained calmly that it was because they were so similar that they were destined not to be happy together.Instead of spending the rest of your life in quarrels and resentments, it is better to separate completely and never have anything to do again. "

The author has something to say:

Borrowing the setting of "Wuthering Heights", the crazy batch of characters is really delicious.