Chapter 17 Chapter 17 is about a certain Mr. Snail.
"Very good! Very good!" Heinrich gave a short laugh and nodded, his eyes brimming with anger. "I wish you success, and don't fail halfway. I won't lend you a hand, not even to give you a hand. I promise!"
"Thank you very much!" Isabel narrowed her eyes slightly, her voice rising, but her tone remained calm. "Being a couple in name only makes me feel more comfortable than providing useless help. Thank you for the freedom you provide, Mr. Spencer!"
The quarrel broke out suddenly and ended quickly.
But they stared at each other, neither of them giving in, and neither of them announced to leave first.
Isabelle rarely lost her temper, even when Heinrich was domineering.
She was the best at understanding people's hearts. No matter how harsh his words were, what he did was indeed beneficial to her.
It takes great ability and courage to withstand the pressure of the arranged marriage and boast that he can settle everything and send her away.
What really ignited her fuse was the sentence - I hate the weak.
When "The Gilded Cage" was just words, Xu Lisha did not have any personal experience of it.
But when she became Isabel and came to Chalvey, seeing everything and everyone here, she would wonder...why didn't they help Otti? She didn't know what Otti had experienced, she only knew that the little girl died on a snowy night.
Even though she knew this was her "previous life", Isabel couldn't help but scrutinize everyone in Chalvey's life.
Is it because Audrey is a "weakling"? So she deserves to be destroyed in some ridiculous struggle? But what is a weakling? How do they determine who is a weakling? Anyone who doesn't conform to their set of rules?
Bullshit rules, it’s just a book, sooner or later you will kick it over.
Isabel sneered, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and calmed her turbulent emotions.
"Heinrich." Isabel was silent for a moment, then suddenly called him by his name. "If I were a weak person, innocent and kind, without any ulterior motives, and I was fooled by Louisa today, would you help me?"
Heinrich sneered: "Are you testing my love with unfounded assumptions?"
Isabel looked him straight in the eye. "Answer me."
"No," he said quickly.
Heinrich's dark pupils were like an abyss, reflecting countless evil spirits. When he raised his eyes again, he returned to his look of contempt for everything.
"On the battlefield, the soft-hearted are always the first to fall. In the Duke's Mansion, the pure and kind-hearted have not yet been born."
Heinrich slowly approached, almost touching her face, and whispered, "My last name is Spencer. How can I be a good person?"
After saying that, he turned and left.
Isabel looked at his back and stood there for a long time.
Recalling the strong emotions in his eyes just now, I suddenly remembered all the terrible rumors about him.
Isn’t he a good person?
Maybe.
Isabel turned and went back to her room.
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That night, Isabel suddenly dreamed of Audrey.
Audrey's outfit in the dream was different from before. She wore a gorgeous dress, but she was incredibly thin. The huge jewelry on her neck made her look even thinner and more pitiful.
Isabel wanted to call her, but found that Audrey seemed unable to see her.
Snowflakes were flying outside the window. She lay on the bed without closing the window, just staring blankly outside. Her watery blue eyes were lifeless and she looked like she was dying.
Suddenly I thought of the passage in the original book - Audrey froze to death on a snowy night.
Is this that day?
Seeing the always enthusiastic little girl become like this, Isabel's heart sank.
Even in her dream, she tried to make noises to wake Audrey.
Suddenly, Audrey's eyes moved, but it was not because she heard Isabel's voice.
Instead, the door was pushed open and someone came in.
Isabelle could only see Audrey, but not her perspective.
Audrey seemed surprised by the man's arrival and was stunned for a long time before taking the envelope handed to her by the man.
The hand had distinct joints and the palm had calluses from years of holding weapons.
The next moment, the scene changed.
Audrey was wrapped in a thick blanket, leaning against the car window with her head tilted.
The moving carriage brought about a shaky vision.
Although her body was still weak, her eyes were no longer dull and were shining again.
Outside the car window was a familiar scene - marigolds swaying in the wind and Norman Manor right in front of us.
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After waking up, Isabel sat on the bed for a long time.
She hadn't read the full text. Could it be that the ending of the story was different from the synopsis, and Audrey didn't die but was sent home instead?
"Miss Norman, your newspaper."
The newly assigned maid Edith knocked on the door on time, interrupting Isabel's thoughts.
"Come in."
Isabel has the habit of watching the news every day. Today she was a little distracted and thought of her dream last night.
There is nothing to think about. No matter what the ending of Audrey is in the original book, she will not let it happen in this life.
"Miss, do you need breakfast served?" Edith asked.
"If it's not too much trouble, I'll do it. Thank you." Isabel nodded politely.
Suddenly remembering the hands in her dream, she called out to Edith, "By the way, I want to ask, does the Spencer family have a third young master?"
Edith was stunned: "No, there are only two young masters in the Spencer family."
Isabel raised her eyebrows, her eyes moving slightly: "Is there someone named Henrik?"
This put Edith in a dilemma. She hesitated and said, "Yes, but... a lot. The servants at the Chalvis Manor number in the hundreds, and if you add the tenants in the village, there are probably more than a handful of Henriks. I don't know which one you're talking about."
Isabel looked thoughtful. "Oh, I see. Thank you."
Edith withdrew.
No Third Young Master? Then the name Henrik is probably fake too.
If the dream is indeed the content of the original book, it means that someone helped Audrey.
This man must at least be able to transport the Duchess out of the manor.
Edmund Impossible, ruled out.
Now the fake Third Young Master Henrik is also ruled out.
So all that's left is... a certain gentleman who keeps saying he hates the weak and acts like a complete fascist.
Isabel, who was angry because of this sentence yesterday, now lost her anger and a look of amusement flashed in her eyes.
So, even if you hate the weak, will you still go against your conscience and lend a helping hand?
That's quite interesting.
She put down the newspaper and rang the bell. Emily came in quickly. "Miss, how can I help you?"
Isabel waved her hand, signaling her to come over and whisper, "Help me..."
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A breeze blew across the lake, rustling the leaves.
Everything seems lazy on a summer afternoon.
Emily was extremely anxious at the moment because the lady gave her an impossible task - to find out Louisa's background and secrets.
The young lady also specifically instructed her to ask everyone, from the old lady's personal maid Eleanor to the kitchen maid, and make sure everyone knew about it.
Emily wanted to say, is this something that can be solved by asking a few people? Who dares to spread the secrets of the Duke's wife? Are they going to give up their jobs?
She was secretly distressed, and she grabbed the weeds by the roadside and pulled them hard. She was ready to use the second method Isabel had taught her - praying to God.
Under the big tree by the lake, Emily closed her eyes and made a wish - within three minutes, let me see all the information about that woman, Amen.
She heard footsteps and opened her eyes, only to see a little maid running past her and dropping a book.
"You lost something!" The kind-hearted Emily has always had the virtue of returning lost property.
Unexpectedly, the little maid ran even faster and disappeared in a flash.
Emily ran so hard that she was out of breath. She shouted repeatedly but to no avail, and muttered a few complaints.
Just as she was about to look down to see what it was, when she opened the cover of the ordinary scripture, her eyes suddenly widened and tears filled her eyes.
The soft-hearted God! He appeared!
How can this be the Ceylon Bible?! This is simply the complete collection of Chalvey's gossip!
Emily did not dare to delay and quickly delivered it to Isabel's desk, describing the process of God's appearance with great enthusiasm.
Unexpectedly, Isabel didn't seem surprised. She flipped through the gossip collection and chuckled, "I think maybe it wasn't God, but a certain Mr. Snail."
Emily was puzzled: "Mr. Snail...?"
On the other side, the little maid who had finished dropping the Bible ran to the corner and saw Emily pick up the Bible with her own eyes, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
Touching the reward in her pocket, the little maid also prayed to God - please give me more tasks like this, Amen.
The author has something to say:
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I also pray to God - may the keyboard automatically write out what is in my mind, Amen.
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