[HP] If youth has an ageless face

"I know your decision." Sylvia signaled that she didn't need to say more, "I understand."

Edwin La knew that she was actually supporting Jacques.In all fairness, Jacques is indeed a very good person.If she was still the Edwina who didn't fully see the dangers of the world, she would agree to his marriage proposal without hesitation.But now... She shouldn't harm an innocent person, should she?

"He's leaving for America today." Sylvia said, "Don't worry, Jacques is not a stalker."

"I know. That's what he told me the other day."

Sylvia turned her head and took a deep look at her: "Advanla, what are you going to do in the future?"

"Aren't I doing well now?" she asked back. "You see, Sylvia, we all have what we wanted to have before."

But Sylvia shook her head, she looked at her with a bit of pity: "Money is not everything, there are too many things it can't buy."

"But money is the foundation of everything. And..." Her smile was not warm, "I no longer look forward to love or marriage."

"Really?" Sylvia asked.

"I plan to take Blaise to live in the countryside, where the environment will be more suitable for his growth."

"Edwinla, you are not a person who can hide from the world quietly."

"But we all make compromises for our own children, don't we? Don't you do the same for Astoria?"

"I didn't suppress my nature for her. You have changed a lot, and sometimes I feel strange... You don't have to punish yourself in this way."

"I do not have."

"You have. I don't like Matthew very much, but I agree with what he said back then." Sylvia said clearly, and stepped forward to look at her, "You can't play the role of father."

"I know, I'm not even a good mother."

"Then why don't you try to accept it? Do you feel that you and Blaise are in a good state now? Maybe Chatillon led you to a dark road, so why would you reject someone who is willing to lead you to the light Jacques is a very good person. He is not as rich and brilliant as others, but he has his own advantages." After a pause, she said slowly, "It seems that you are the one who was scared by the black widow's curse Man, Edwinra."

"I do not--"

Sylvia raised a finger to her lips: "Don't be too quick to deny it. I can see it."

She was silent for a moment: "Maybe I really am a cursed person."

"So what? Not only Jacques, but many of your suitors are not afraid, so you retreated first?" Sylvia persuaded, "Why don't you try to believe again? Maybe he will break the curse Where is that person!"

"Sylvia," she raised her voice slightly, "why do you insist on trying to persuade me to agree to his marriage proposal? It's too late now! He went to America, and I rejected him, that's all."

"I'm here because I still think you're my friend, Edwina." Sylvia's voice was higher than hers, "You've persuaded me many times before, and now it's time for me to reveal the truth to you Yes—you were born beautiful."

"So?" She couldn't help laughing, "So I have to marry again and again to satisfy other people's desire for gossip?"

"So there are gains and losses, and your emotional journey cannot be smooth sailing."

"Then I choose to be pure-hearted and ascetic from now on, and never get involved in any romance again."

"Edwina!" She called her name helplessly, and then remained silent for a moment.

Don't persuade me.Edwin thought in his heart.Don't persuade me so that no one gets hurt.

"He will leave at twelve noon." Sylvia told him before leaving, "I will stop here."

She was silent.

Sylvia is gone.

"Mother."

She managed to pull herself together: "Brace."

He held up a painting and walked up to her: "I just drew it."

It's a picture every kid in every country would draw—a family of three standing and playing in their yard.Edwin took a look, then smiled compassionately: "The painting is not bad."

"Mom," Blaise said, handing the painting into her hands, in an overly mature tone, "Has anyone proposed to you again?"

What a "again".Edwin shook his head: "Brace, I will be with you."

"But I hope you are happy." He looked at her. "I heard your conversation."

"You don't have to take Sylvia's words to heart." Edwin frowned, and she half-kneeled to look at Blaise, "I have my own thoughts."

"You don't have to compromise for me, Mom," he replied. "I know I'm a second in your heart—"

Edwin was taken aback.

"—what you love most is yourself," he said clearly, "so please don't change your life for me."

She suddenly felt an unreasonable fear: "No, Blaise, you are still young..."

"I understand, Mom." His lips moved for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but finally he lowered his head, "You really don't have to sacrifice anything for me."

Because you are my mother and I am your son, the blood connection between us can never be severed.Therefore, I have to accept everything you have given me, including the transcendent appearance, the rich family background, and the unavoidable ridicule and questioning.

"Come on, Blaise." She gasped, "How could I not love you, you are the most important person in the world to me."

Blaise didn't refute, he seemed to accept her words, but then he stepped forward and squeezed her hand: "Won't you regret it?"

"You want me to go after Jacques?"

"I hope you will be happy." Blaise smiled slightly, "He is different from the previous one, Mom." Before he could answer, he turned his head and looked at the pendulum clock in the corner: "If you go now, why don't you go?" It's not too late."

The hour hand is slowly approaching twelve o'clock, and the minute hand is moving slowly.

Jacques looked up at the clock, and the packed suitcase was at his feet.

"Get ready, Mr. Pennington." The Ministry of Magic staff reminded, "This journey will be a little difficult."

It is, after all, long-distance Portkey travel.Jacques nodded to show that he understood, and at the same time, he felt a faint sense of loss.

She didn't agree after all.

"Sir..." The port key had already emitted a blue light, and Jacques quickly put his finger on it.

"ten--"

"Then, I'll contact you after you arrive in the United States, Jacques." The editor-in-chief of the "Daily Prophet" said.

"Nine--"

"it is good."

"Eight--"

"Wish you all the best."

"seven--"

"Thank you."

"six--"

There was a sudden noise outside the door.

"five--"

"Wait a minute, ma'am, you can't..."

Jacques' heart suddenly beat violently.

"Four--"

"Wait a moment!"

"three--"

"Ma'am, trespassing on the Ministry of Magic is a crime!"

"two--"

"Jaquin!"

He turned his head suddenly, and following his movement, the Portkey fell to the ground, and with a flash of blue light, it disappeared by itself.

"Edwin La."

"Fortunately, I caught up." She showed a relieved expression, and then walked forward amidst the stunned eyes of everyone.

Jacques stared blankly at her, he felt like he was dreaming.

"I'm afraid you are going to send another person to the United States." She nodded slightly at the editor-in-chief, and then took Jacques's hand.