Chapter 37 Chapter 37 Bella/I told you, I’m good at…
Charlevis House, servants' quarters.
The sky was clear and rows of sheets and quilts were drying in the yard. There was a maid looking after each shelf, busy coming in and out from time to time.
There are several rows of long tables in the room, with dress racks standing beside the tables. Maids are also responsible for ironing, fumigating and other processes.
For noble families, washing clothes involves several tedious steps, and some precious and fragile fabrics need to be carefully cared for by dedicated personnel.
At present, the family's top priority is the future Duchess's wedding dress.
In the past two days, Eleanor, on the orders of the old lady, once again sent ten new dresses and tulle accessories to the housekeeper Sandy for coordination.
Sandy was instructing the new maid on ironing techniques when there was a knock on the door.
"Sandy, come out with me for a moment."
Butler Andrew glanced at everyone, raised his chin towards Sandy, and his mustache rose proudly.
Sandy did not give the iron to the maid, but put it away carefully before following Andrew out.
The door was closed. Seeing no one around, Sandy nodded and said, "Mr. Andrew, there are so many people here. Why did you come here in person?"
Andrew snorted coldly and rolled his eyes impatiently. "Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask! The wedding is in five days, and you must make sure the bride can't attend. Otherwise, we'll all suffer! Do you understand?"
Sandy shuddered with fear, "I understand."
Seeing her shrink, Andrew laughed instead, with ambiguity flashing in his pea-sized eyes.
He took a step closer and tried to touch Sandy's chin, but she dodged him. His expression immediately changed. "Hmph! Stop pretending, you bitch! If I hadn't helped you pay off your debts, would you have gotten rid of your alcoholic husband?!"
Sandy trembled her shoulders: "Yes...Mr. Andrew, I will remember your kindness, and everything will go as planned."
Andrew was about to move forward when he suddenly heard footsteps behind him.
"Sandy, is Miss Norman's clothes ready?"
Edith came down the stairs and saw Sandy and Andrew quickly separated. The latter was studying the closet with great interest, while Sandy came forward and said with a smile: "It's ready, please follow me."
She handed the new dress and the clothes she had sent for cleaning to Edith. As soon as she touched the clothes, Edith sneezed several times. "Oh, dear, what kind of incense are you using recently? I remember that the masters would choose their own spices. This is obviously different from the past."
Andrew's face darkened and he pricked up his ears.
"Eleanor chose it for Miss Norman on the old lady's orders." Sandy replied with a smile.
"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Edith didn't suspect anything. She took the clothes and looked at Andrew again: "Mr. Andrew, what are you doing here? Are you waiting for clothes too?"
Andrew coughed twice, and his sight finally emerged from the closet. He raised his chin and said, "Yes, Sandy, is the dress I sent last time washed?"
"Okay, sir." Sandy took out a tuxedo from the servant area on the other side and handed it to Andrew. The two of them made eye contact. This was an excuse they used to cover up their tracks and facilitate the delivery of messages.
Andrew subconsciously smelled it and found no strong fragrance, so he accepted it with peace of mind.
"I'm leaving first." He turned around in his ten-centimeter platform shoes, glanced at Edith, and said with a forced smile: "Oh, by the way, let me remind you, Edith, remember your identity. The fragrance used in the host's clothes is none of your business. This is the old lady's kindness to Miss Norman."
Edith and Sandy nodded at the same time and watched Andrew leave.
After everyone left, Sandy smiled at Edith soothingly, "You know, Butler Andrew is always like this, don't mind it."
"Of course I don't mind." Edith shrugged, holding her clothes and saying goodbye. Before going up the stairs, she looked at Sandy again with a meaningful look in her eyes, "Sandy, I hope you don't mind either."
After saying that, Edith walked away. When she went upstairs, she saw Emily who had been waiting at the corner for a long time.
Emily quickly pinched her nose and covered Edith's mouth at the same time: "Didn't I tell you to hold your breath for the sake of caution?"
Edith pried her hands apart and raised an eyebrow: "If that happens, it will be exposed in front of Mr. Andrew. Don't worry, everything is going according to Miss Norman's instructions."
"Wait, what orders? I'm the young lady's personal maid, why don't I know? What did the young lady tell you alone that day?"
Emily was about to ask when she saw Edith calmly taking the clothes and walking forward.
"Hey! Speak up! Edith!" Emily chased after him, angrily.
Edith raised her index finger: "Shh, keep quiet."
Emily: “?!”
"Don't shout and affect Miss Norman's plan."
Emily's eyes widened in disbelief as Edith took her place and carried the clothes into the room in a grand manner.
Is this a mistake? The lady told her to call Edith to the room for a private talk last time, was it to replace her?!
Damn it! Who would have thought that Edith, despite looking like a pretty girl with thick eyebrows and big eyes, is actually such a scheming person!
Emily's cheeks flushed with anger, and she suddenly felt a sense of crisis.
No! She is the first maid beside the young lady!
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In the room, Edith put down her clothes and nodded to Isabel: "Ms. Norman, the plan was successful."
By the window, Isabel put down her book and smiled, "Thank you for your hard work, Edith. I was right about you. You are very capable and motivated."
Edith remained humble and bowed her head. "Even a thousand-mile horse needs a good trainer. Although I can't compare to a thousand-mile horse, if I can help you in some way, I will be of use to you. Therefore, I still want to thank you for giving me the opportunity."
"Don't be humble. It was Charvis who buried you. It just so happens that I really need a capable subordinate." Isabel extended her hand.
Edith was slightly startled.
She was just an inconspicuous low-ranking maid in the Chalveys Manor, and if nothing unexpected happened, she would spend the rest of her life here.
If you are lucky enough to be appreciated by the butler, you can be promoted to a second-class maid. However, it is difficult to move up to become the master's personal maid.
Edith wasn't from Hank County, and she had no relatives or friends here. She was an orphan with nothing but brains and looks. She had initially applied for a job with these advantages, but her lack of background made it difficult for her to advance.
Before this, even though she had the ambition to move up, no one was willing to give her a chance.
When Emily said that Miss Norman wanted to have a private conversation with her that day, Edith thought she had misheard.
It is well known that when female owners enter Chalvey, they always trust their own people more, which is understandable.
Miss Norman's family was poor, so she only brought Emily as her maid. Louisa, for example, brought a whole team with her. Not to mention serving closely, even serving tea and water outside was not the turn of those sent by the Duke's Mansion.
Edith understood this very well, so even when assigned to Miss Norman, she never showed any sign of goodwill easily. She would only reveal her intention of "surrendering" through the little things she did in her daily life.
I thought Miss Norman had ignored this signal, but I didn't expect her to suddenly extend an olive branch to me.
At this moment, Edith looked at the outstretched hand.
This is a gesture of goodwill from the superior to the subordinate, and the subordinate needs to reciprocate in a pious manner.
She subconsciously stepped forward to kiss her fingertips, but saw that her fingers shifted a little.
He looked up and met Isabel's smiling eyes.
"No, please hold out your hand."
Edith froze and stretched out her hand blankly.
Holding hands, warmth was transferred from each other's fingertips.
"It's a pleasure to work with you, Ms. Edith." Isabel smiled.
Edith was a little slow, then nodded quickly: "It's a pleasure to work with you."
Was this cooperation? She had thought it should be read as loyalty.
"It's nothing, just go ahead and do your work." Isabel put her hand down and looked at the book again.
Edith's eyes flickered slightly. "Emily might be unhappy with me taking her place."
Isabel chuckled and looked up at her: "There is no such thing as one replacing another. You are my left and right arms, and both of you play irreplaceable roles."
Edith was silent for a moment, then smiled: "Yes, I understand."
She turned to leave, and just before leaving the room, she heard a calm voice behind her.
"Edith, your intelligence and ambition are your strengths. I don't know what kind of survival rules you learned at Chalveys, but with me, you must never point your guns at your own people." She paused and chuckled, "Otherwise, no matter how high she climbs, I will make her fall as hard as she does."
The moment the words fell, Edith shuddered all over, and a chill rose from his spine.
Those ice-blue eyes saw the darkness in her heart clearly.
This is the weakness of human nature.
One moment, Edith was touched by her host's kindness, but the next, she inevitably began to harbor delusions. She believed her brains and emotional intelligence were far superior to Emily's, and that given time, she would surely replace that foolish girl.
At this moment, Isabel's words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Edith's head, making her clearly understand that although she was respected as a "partner", that was based on obedience.
The rope around her neck was still controlled by her master, and she held the power of life and death.
Of course, Edith has the right to withdraw from this "cooperation", but if she loses this opportunity, she will never be able to take advantage of the opportunity again!
In just a few seconds, many thoughts flashed through my mind.
Edith took a deep breath and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
Weakness and incompetence are easy to manipulate, but ruthlessness and cruelty are the qualities that a victorious person should possess. Only such a master is worthy of submission.
"Yes, I will keep your teachings in mind." Edith bowed deeply towards the windowsill.
This time, there was no longer any calculation in her tone.
Isabel looked away as Edith walked out.
Soon, Emily ran in angrily. She wanted to speak, but she didn't dare to shout. She was hesitant and her face turned blue and red.
In the end, he could only move closer, squatting in front of Isabel, and murmured like a mosquito: "Miss, do you not want me anymore? Is there something I did wrong?"
Isabel glanced sideways and met Emily's clear eyes: "Why do you ask?"
Emily lowered her head in grievance. "I know I'm not as smart as Edith. I don't think enough and I'm not cautious enough. Just like this time when I poisoned the clothes, I didn't notice anything unusual even after touching them for so long. If it weren't for your carefulness, I'm afraid..."
The more she spoke, the more frustrated she became. The grievance she had felt at the beginning disappeared, and in the end, even she felt that her master was right to abandon her and choose Edith.
Emily grew up at the Norman estate, alongside Audrey. Like Miss Norman, she admired and respected Miss Norman immensely.
In fact, Emily felt extremely proud when she was chosen by the eldest lady to become a personal maid and come to the Duke of Spencer's Mansion!
Miss Isabel's original personal maid, Lucy, was a model of excellence that even Mrs. Michelle praised endlessly! Now that she had replaced Lucy, didn't that prove that Emily was just as good as Lucy? But after experiencing several dangerous situations, Emily had to admit that she was the one holding back.
"But...but..." Emily's eyes were red. After thinking for a long time, she could only come up with one advantage. "I will always be loyal to you."
After saying that, he covered his face in shame.
Loyalty is a basic quality that every subordinate should possess. It's not a virtue to be mentioned...
However, she heard Isabel smile: "Yes, this is your irreplaceable shining point, Emily."
Emily froze, her face flushed red as she stammered, "You...you don't have to comfort me. I was just anxious at the moment, but now I've figured it out. If I put you in danger because of my negligence, I'll feel guilty for the rest of my life. Nothing is more important than your safety, even if I have to let Edith take my place. I...I'm willing to do that."
"I'm not trying to comfort you. What you have is something Edith doesn't—unconditional loyalty." Isabel raised an eyebrow and patted her head. "You're even willing to put me first, even at the expense of your own interests. That's not something you find cheaply everywhere."
Emily was stunned, thought for a moment, and then lowered her head shyly: "Every servant will swear allegiance on the day they enter the Norman estate."
"But there are very few people who actually practice it. Michelle is one, Lucy is one, and you are one too."
"Maybe I'm also saying one thing and thinking another?" Emily asked subconsciously. "Uh, I mean, Jessica also swore an oath back then. I don't think she was fake. How did you tell that?"
Isabel raised her eyebrows and shook her head. "If you have the ability to lie without me noticing, then you're not Emily, but Lucy. I don't need an Edith as an assistant."
Emily smiled shyly and scratched her head: "I understand, Miss. That means you still need me!"
Isabel smiled. "Of course, although you don't have a thorough plan, you can't be said to be holding me back. On the contrary, you've been a great help to me."
"The situation in Chalvez is changing rapidly, and I need more help. Now you and Edith are both my partners, and you each have your own place. I hope you will work together, play to your strengths, and don't underestimate yourselves."
Emily cheered herself up again, "I'll follow your instructions!"
After seeing Emily off, Isabel shook her head and chuckled.
There is really a different way to tie up each sheep.
Some require both kindness and strictness, while others only require a little candy and praise.
Unless necessary, Isabel didn't want to interact with people who were overthinking. It wasn't that she disliked or was wary of them, it was simply a tendency, just like someone with a sweet tooth would subconsciously ignore salty foods and choose sweet ones first.
Emily was right about one thing. This poisoning incident reminded Isabel that she couldn't handle everything on her own, and there would always be times when she made mistakes. She needed a more cautious assistant, and Edith, who often showed off in front of her, was the best candidate.
Having a little ambition is not a big problem. The right person in the right place can play an unexpected role.
On the other side, Edith is playing her role.
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In the servants' quarters, Edith returned to the laundry room.
When Sandy saw her, he followed her out without making a sound.
"This is Miss Norman's reward for you."
Edith quickly handed over a purse.
Sandy hesitated for a moment, "I don't want money, what I want is..."
A sneer flashed across Edith's eyes as she interrupted, "Don't worry, he's dead."
Sandy was stunned: "What?"
As maids who have served at Charvis for many years, Edith and Sandy are old friends.
She knew all about Sandy's tragic experience.
Compared to Emily, Edith understood the interpersonal relationships at the manor better and had a home-field advantage. After receiving instructions from Miss Norman, she quickly identified possible problems in the laundry process and pointed the finger at the target person, Sandy.
Once you know your opponent's weaknesses, the rest of the process will be easy.
"It's normal for a drunkard to fall into the water and drown," Edith said casually. "You should understand that he was Andrew's leverage over you. Now that your handicap is gone, are you satisfied with this reward?"
Sandy came back to her senses from the shock and suddenly bowed: "Thank you very much, and thank you Miss Norman."
Edith threw down the purse and said, "Take it. You should live a good life now that you are free."
Sandy picked up the purse and said gratefully, "Thank you, Edith. Don't worry, he won't be suspicious."
"Really? Then... let's wait and see." Edith chuckled and walked away.
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At dinner time, Andrew changed into a tuxedo as usual.
Out of caution, he smelled the clothes carefully to make sure there was no scent before putting them on.
With so many dirty things to do, Andrew developed the habit of not using incense unless necessary.
He understood better than anyone how powerful this inconspicuous little gadget was.
After adjusting his tie in front of the mirror and tying up a new silk scarf from the drawer, Andrew walked out of the room in his thick-soled leather shoes and began his service today.
When I walked out of the corridor, someone was already waiting not far away.
Andrew stepped forward and nodded respectfully: "Master Edmund."
"Andrew, I hope you can give me a satisfactory result this time." In the dark, Edmund handed over a check. "If successful, your failure to get the betrothal gift back will be forgiven."
"Sir, please rest assured. Cunning women will not always be lucky. The betrothal gift incident was an accident, but this time, there is no accident."
Andrew nodded, and when he saw the number on the check, his smile became even more flattering, and he respectfully watched Edmund leave.
As a butler recommended by Edmund's mother's family, Andrew has made a lot of money over the years. Especially after helping Edmund do many dirty things that can't be seen in public, his remuneration has become more and more generous, enough to ensure that he has food and clothing for the rest of his life.
It is precisely because of the deep binding of interests that Andrew and Edmund are on the same page and will not easily betray each other.
The baroness from Losen County was ignorant of the immensity of the world. As early as the day she lost the betrothal gifts, Andrew wanted to teach her a lesson, but unfortunately, she had resolved all the little difficulties one by one.
Now that he has Edmund's support, how could Andrew let go of this opportunity!
None of the previous fiancées were as arrogant as her!
The foolish lamb didn't know that danger was coming, and by the time he realized it, it was already too late.
This scene may happen today.
Andrew smiled sinisterly, put the check away carefully, and walked towards the restaurant.
The hosts changed into their evening gowns and came downstairs one after another. Several ladies were already seated at the dining table.
Isabel looked radiant in her newly made royal blue evening gown and a matching jewel necklace.
Violet glanced at him twice, a rare moment of silence, and said with a forced smile, "Luckily you didn't insist on your own way. It's always a good thing to listen to the elders' opinions on clothing. You know, when I was young, I was also a fashion icon in Mellenvik. They always loved to ask about 'Violet's outfit' before deciding what to wear."
"Your taste is unquestionable." Isabel smiled.
Louisa beside him remained silent. Seeing that the men had not yet taken their seats, she suddenly lowered her voice and said, "Don't be so complacent, Audrey. Have you forgotten how I tricked you last time?"
Isabel raised her eyebrows and glanced calmly at Andrew who was pouring wine for the old lady.
"Then have you forgotten how I fought back? It seems I wasn't the one hit."
Louisa's face changed slightly, and she looked suspicious.
Isabel had no intention of answering, but just smiled as she watched Andrew walk towards her.
"Miss Norman, this is a treasure from the Herslan Latasse estate, brewed by the wine master Bernac. I believe you will enjoy trying it." Andrew smiled kindly, holding the bottle of red wine in one hand and the other hand behind his back. His posture was as serious as an old-fashioned gentleman. No one could find fault with him, and it was even more difficult to imagine his true face in private.
Isabel smiled. "I have no reason to refuse. Thank you, Andrew."
"My pleasure."
The wine-red liquid was poured into the transparent goblet, and Andrew raised his eyes secretly.
Isabel was completely unaware and was still talking to Louisa with a smile.
Andrew's smile in his heart became more and more ferocious.
Laugh and have fun to your heart's content.
The wisteria spice, which had been lingering for several days, had become toxic, and no medicine could cure it. If nothing unexpected happened, today or tomorrow, that face would no longer smile. Chalves was about to have his fifth fiancée die suddenly.
As the liquid gradually rose, Andrew's smile widened.
Suddenly, he frowned and shook his head.
What's going on?
His vision suddenly blurred, the wine-red liquid swayed in the cup, his mind began to dizzy, and tinnitus suddenly exploded -
"What's wrong with you, Mr. Andrew?"
Isabel stood up with concern.
Louisa was a little slow to react, her eyes shifting between the two of them.
Violet frowned. "Andrew? Eleanor, go check on him."
The calls from all around poured into his ears like a tide, and Andrew could hear nothing!
Just before he lost consciousness, he wanted to pull out the handkerchief from his chest to wipe the cold sweat to ensure that he would not lose his gentlemanly manners in public. However, as soon as he stretched out his hand, severe pain attacked his chest!
"puff!"
Suddenly, blood-red liquid splashed and, along with the overturned wine glass, was reflected on the white dining table, which was extremely dazzling!
Andrew vomited blood and fell to the ground.
Heinrich and Edmund, who walked into the restaurant one after another, happened to witness this scene!
For a moment, the field was in chaos!
"Oh! Oh my God! What happened?!"
“Andrew?!”
"Quick! Call a doctor!"
…
The chaotic sounds and footsteps mixed together, and the world was spinning. Andrew saw Isabel's frightened face and the secret smile in her eyes.
He opened his eyes wide, made a "ho ho" sound, and the constantly gushing blood blocked his words.
Poisoned! He's poisoned!
This is a deadly poison that will kill you within three days!
How could that be? He was always so cautious! He never allowed anyone to use incense on his clothes, and he would carefully inspect them after bringing them back! How could he possibly come into contact with this wisteria scent?
Could it be...
While his consciousness was blurred, he saw the white scarf on his chest!
Suddenly I realized it!
It was Sandy... His clothes would never have been incense-only the handkerchief was an oversight!
He never messes with a handkerchief unless it’s from Sandy, his long-time collaborator!
Sandy was bribed by that woman?! How is that possible?! I have the leverage over her!
Countless chaotic thoughts flooded into his mind, and in his final moments of clarity he told himself, No! He couldn't just die like this!
Andrew was trembling all over, staring at Edmund who was looking at him coldly.
Help me! Help me!
Only Edmund has the antidote to Wisteria Spice!
Edmund clenched his fingers unconsciously. He soon realized that the same scene as last time was happening again. The person who had sworn that everything was foolproof had suffered the consequences again!
Someone suddenly shouted, "Mr. Andrew's symptoms are exactly the same as those ladies'!"
Everyone understood what he meant in an instant before he finished speaking.
"Could it be..." someone exclaimed, subconsciously covering his mouth, not daring to say the rest of the words.
It's a curse!
The curse that lingers on Chalvey, an indelible curse!
The Duke's four previous fiancées all died of typhoid fever after coughing up blood. Even the best doctors in Ceylon were helpless! They privately called this horrific event the Spencer Curse!
Heinrich, who was born on the battlefield, was once rumored to be possessed by the devil. Even the Holy Lord was powerless, and even the priests sent by him met with misfortune!
I thought Miss Norman's safe arrival meant the curse was gone! I didn't expect it to suddenly befall Mr. Andrew, the butler!
The terror brought by the unknown force instantly swept through everyone's hearts, and no one dared to step forward to support Andrew.
Even Eleanor stopped going to call a doctor and just waited for the old lady's instructions!
The wedding date is approaching, and Andrew's life is a small matter. If the curse is spread again, it will cast an indelible shadow on the Spencer family!
The blood flowed, and the room, which was noisy at first, suddenly fell into silence.
"Go call a doctor. Maybe Mr. Andrew just has a sudden illness." Isabel broke the silence.
"No! Once the doctor comes, the rumors about Spencer's curse will spread again!" Edmund suddenly shouted, "Come, carry Andrew to the room!"
Andrew struggled futilely and whimpered, his eyes bulging as he stared at Edmund, his hand stretched out like a ghost seeking death.
He knew that he was a useless chess piece that had been abandoned! Now his master was sacrificing his rook to save his king!
Once the final conclusion is that it is a curse, no one will save him!
"Wait."
Heinrich slowly walked over to Isabel and slapped Edmund's hand away.
"What does it have to do with you if it's a rumor about me?"
Edmund: "Hein! Don't be so ungrateful! This concerns the reputation of the entire Spencer family!"
"Then please understand that I am the Duke of Spencer. It is not your turn to worry about the reputation of our family." Heinrich walked closer and stared at Edmund with cold eyes.
Edmund sneered: "Why not ask grandma what she thinks?"
Violet mused in silence, and the servants around her dared not breathe.
Isabel suddenly approached and lowered her voice, "Madam, if we don't help the patient in front of everyone, the rumors will become unstoppable. Calling a doctor will help dispel the rumors. What do you think?"
Violet frowned and took a deep breath: "Eleanor, go call the doctor."
"Yes!" Eleanor was a little slow and ran out the door immediately.
Andrew had already fainted, and the ground was covered in blood, making it look like a crime scene. Everyone stayed three feet away from him and dared not get close.
Soon, the doctor arrived.
Isabel and Heinrich stood opposite Edmund, their eyes locked.
Edmund stared at the couple, his fists clenched.
The situation changed suddenly, catching him off guard, but he had no time to be angry.
Edmund knew very well that he was doomed to lose an assistant and he would never have the chance to kill this woman again! This time was different from Louisa's last time. This matter involved her life, and Violet would never take it lightly.
His top priority is no longer to vent his feelings of incompetence, but to clear himself of suspicion immediately!
He looked at Andrew who was carried into the room by the doctor, his eyes dark.
Only the dead cannot speak.
Andrew would only die from the curse, not the poison.
Thinking of this, Edmund followed the doctor into the room.
Across from her, Isabel could clearly see the darkness in Edmund's eyes.
She waved her fan leisurely and caught a glimpse of Louisa's solemn expression from the corner of her eye.
"You guessed it was Andrew?"
Isabel chuckled. "That's easy to guess. Edmund only has a few dogs."
"It's not easy to counter Andrew." Louisa knew better than anyone that the more bad things Andrew had done, the more cautious he was.
His clothes and daily food were carefully screened, as were Edmund and hers.
But in such a cautious situation, Andrew fell into the trap!
"I can certainly deal with him the same way he deals with others," Isabel said lightly.
Edith is well-informed and efficient.
As soon as he received the order, he locked onto Sandy and found out that she was being threatened by Andrew.
Nowadays, divorce is difficult for women. Sandy's alcoholic husband was abusive and a gambling addict, but she couldn't just leave because of her children. This became a dark cloud that almost weighed on her for the rest of her life. Andrew bribed the alcoholic with money and held the children hostage, forcing Sandy to work for him.
The solution is simple. Spend some money to get rid of the domestic violence alcoholic, and the chain that locks Sandy will naturally loosen.
All of this seems simple, but every step must be done neatly and quickly.
Isabel trusted her employees and knew that Emily could not complete this task, so she immediately chose Edith.
Edith was sober and decisive, and she understood that this was a test from her master and also an opportunity to demonstrate her abilities.
She did a really great job, and her previous experience of interacting with all kinds of people came in handy.
The master and servant cooperated tacitly to complete this counterattack.
At this moment, Louisa couldn't help but shudder!
She suddenly realized that there was a knife on her neck and Edmund's neck, and it all depended on whether the other party wanted to take action!
She began to feel fortunate that she did not act rashly last time, otherwise Andmon would have ended up like her today!
"Like I said, I'm good at fighting back." Isabel stared at Louisa and said calmly, "Thank you for reminding me today."
Although it is useless, but... it became a talisman by accident.
Louisa felt for her still-beating pulse with a trembling hand.
She's still alive, but...
He looked at Edmund who was walking away.
He probably doesn't have such good luck.
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Night falls in the ward.
Andrew was still breathing, lying weakly on the bed.
Suddenly, the door opened a crack, and before Andrew could open his eyes, two big men covered his mouth and dragged him out of the ward.
Only when he was stuffed into a sack and loaded into the carriage did he finally see the figure of the man outside the carriage.
In an instant, Andrew was filled with rage and struggled hard, first crying and begging for mercy, and then shouting hysterically.
"Edmund! You are so ungrateful! I have done so many dirty things for you! Have you forgotten how those women died?! I..."
Edmund waved his hand, "Shut his mouth."
Andrew immediately could only sob, tears streaming down his face, with despair and resentment in his eyes.
"It's a pity that I can't leave your body intact. Once the wisteria toxin is found in your body, combined with your typhoid symptoms, the truth will come to light." Edmund chuckled and let the big man drag Andrew away.
"Goodbye." Edmund bowed slightly, took off his hat and bowed, "Thank you for your final sacrifice."
The carriage drove away, taking the desperate Andrew away.
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