According to Charlotte's orders, the convoy and the escort soldiers slowly moved down the road, and the time soon came late into the night.

The convoy stopped at the predetermined place, and then Charlotte, accompanied by the maid, slowly stepped out of the carriage, looking extremely sleepy.

At this time, London was already a crowded metropolis, so even the suburbs were already very busy, and the roads were very well groomed, and there was still a constant stream of people traveling at night.

"Thank you, sir." After the maid had arranged everything, Charlotte nodded to the officer who was guarding her, and then walked up the stairs of the inn.

And the officer, having saluted her respectfully, went to arrange the accommodation of his own soldiers.

To be honest, arranging for him to be escorted was just a sign of courtesy, and he wasn't worried about anything unexpected. He had no interest in spying on what Madame Tréville was trying to do, for the French had always had a peculiar idea, especially when Madame had another guest with her.

Instead, he was worried that he had followed the lady too diligently, and that he had seen something that he shouldn't have seen......

When Charlotte returned to the room, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, although there was an element of disguise, but she was indeed a little tired - of course, this fatigue was not enough to affect her next action.

Perhaps because of the preparation in advance, the room was fairly clean, but the air inside was a little dull, with a cold smell peculiar to Britain. Charlotte felt a little depressed, so she went to the window and opened it.

And then. She took out her handkerchief and shook it at the window. I made a pre-agreed code.

Then she collapsed on the bed. Closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

The smell of the bed was not very good, and it was obvious that it was made of old materials. Although it has been arranged to the highest standards, it is a small country inn after all.

Charlotte, who had been dressed and fed since she was a child, couldn't help frowning slightly, and made another account for her cousin in her heart.

She didn't have to wait long, and a soft knock came from the door.

She didn't answer, because the door wasn't closed at all.

Then, soft footsteps came from the doorway, and then stopped.

Charlotte opened her eyes again. Her cousin was looking at her with a smile on his face.

Although he had just gone through a lot of work, the middle-aged man looked very energetic and unaffected, and his blonde hair was still neatly combed.

In terms of appearance alone, this middle-aged man deserves to be her husband's father and a member of her great family. The Marquis of Treville was filled with a soft chic,

If only his personality could be a little more like his father! Charlotte couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"Thank you, good niece......" Before Charlotte could sober up from her musings, Edgar de Treville smiled and nodded at her. Then he held out his hand, "I really didn't expect everything to go so smoothly, thanks to your help...... Thank you so much! ”

Although he couldn't stop thanking him, Charlotte's face was still tense. Just stared at him coldly.

Seeing that his daughter-in-law didn't want to get close to him at all, Edgar had to smile bitterly and shook his head, "Okay." Charlotte, I know you're not very happy. But I think you'll understand me, who can do anything when it's time for their lives? Never mind. I won't get in your way anymore anyway, and you don't have to endure it for too long even if you're unhappy...... Girl, I promise you, if I can escape this time, I will disappear forever and will not trouble you again, I will do what I say! ”

Hmph, you do what you say, even your own children and grandchildren, do you still have a little credibility? God knows what you're going to do to blackmail us in the future! After hearing his words, Charlotte sneered in her heart,

"What are you going to do now?" Although she sneered in her heart, she was calm on the surface, "Do you want to leave here, or come with us to London?" ”

"I'd better leave here tonight, and tomorrow I'll go alone to Portsmouth or some other southern port, and from there I'll leave England." Edgar's expression became serious, "It's not too late yet, I'll leave at midnight." ”

"What?" Because she was a little surprised, Charlotte couldn't help but exclaim. "You're going to leave later?"

Although surprised, she was not worried about the sudden change of itinerary - anyway, now that this place was being targeted, even if he sneaked away in the middle of the night, he would only be caught by Agnes and the others.

"yes, I thought about it for a while, and finally I decided that I should not go to London." Edgar let out a long sigh, "London is too big, and maybe someone will find out where I'm going - I've been able to be found by Agnes only because I've been with the Duchess of Marlborough in London a few days late...... Hey, what a huge mistake, who would have thought that girl would chase after her so quickly! ”

After a pause, his face became even more ugly, and a rare flash of pain flashed. "Besides, my son and daughter are in London now, isn't it even more sad for me to go there?"

"I really don't feel like they're going to welcome you." Charlotte calmly stabbed the other party.

"Why don't you welcome it! It's like you're an enemy! The middle-aged man couldn't help but raise his voice, "Charles told me before, he only saved me once, and he will never save me again, I can see that he can do what he says!" If I do run over and end up in his hands, God knows what will happen...... Also, my daughter, my daughter......"

"What happened to your daughter?" As soon as she heard his words, Charlotte suddenly became interested.

"My daughter, she insisted on forcing me to leave a certificate that she was not my biological daughter! I met her when I was in London, and she recognized me, but immediately pretended not to see me, and refused to give me even a look! The middle-aged man sighed again, obviously his children had hit him very hard. Therefore, now all my children have denied me. What's the point of even scrambling to disassociate yourself from me! ”

"She's going to disassociate you?" Charlotte was shocked. Almost instantly, even the blood flowed backwards. "You were forced to leave your supporting documents?!"

"Yes, she had to force me to do it, and I was hurt again and had to do it...... I don't know what she thinks, is there anything she is not satisfied with our surname? Edgar looked puzzled.

Elsewhere, illegitimate children are desperately trying to squeeze into the ranks of legitimate children, and her daughter is desperately trying to push the blood relationship outward, and to be honest, she hasn't figured it out yet.

But Charlotte understands why.

As a result, she became even more angry, and her chest kept rising and falling.

There is no doubt that as soon as she gets such a certificate, she will give it directly to her brother. Argue that there is no blood relationship between brother and sister.

This bastard thing is so cunning! For the sake of his own little evil **, he dared to do such an appalling thing.

Evil...... It's so evil...... She deserved to fall to death in the first place, and she should have been with the devil!

"What's wrong with you, Charlotte? Uncomfortable? Edgar soon discovered Charlotte's anomaly.

Charlotte didn't answer, just glared coldly at her cousin.

She had now turned her anger on her cousin, so she hated this middle-aged man even more.

If you hadn't gone crazy and had to have one more daughter, there would have been so much trouble in the world! That's why you should die one more time.

"All of this is caused by yourself. Can't blame anyone. It wasn't until a long time later that Charlotte reopened, "You say your children don't respect you, but why should they?" That's right. You are their father, but have you fulfilled your responsibilities as a father? Have you done anything beneficial in their lives? No...... You didn't do anything, you left them behind. and make them suffer without their parents. Are you still sighing and sighing? Then I tell you, you brought it on yourself! It's all self-inflicted! ”

Under Charlotte's snarking. Edgar's expression grew more and more ugly, almost pale.

"Okay. You're not wrong, I brought it all on myself. Finally, he closed his eyes and muttered to himself, "But there is no one who would not want to be a good father, and I did not expect it to be like this!" Well, well, it's too late to say this, what's the point? I plan to leave here this time and find a rural place in the New World to live in seclusion, and I will never trouble you again, and I will live my life like this, and I think it will be good for everyone. At the end of the day, though, can you grant me one request? ”

"What requirements?" Charlotte looked at each other warily.

She didn't quite believe her father-in-law's words, because she had seen too many prodigal children who were addicted to lust in the social arena, and they couldn't change those habits for the rest of their lives. Even if the conscience occasionally finds itself and wants to leave that life, in the end it will not change the habitual depravity - this is the case with man.

Since she has made up her mind, she will definitely not change her mind easily and pin her hopes on the discovery of the other party's conscience.

"Nothing, just a small request," Edgar waved his hand, signaling her not to think too much, "I want to paint you a picture as if it were my last one before I left Europe." ”

"Huh?" Because it was really a bit of a surprise, Charlotte was stunned again.

"Can you grant me this wish?" Edgar looked at each other wistfully. "I've got the painting tools ready, I won't delay you much, I'm almost time to leave when I'm done, and then I'll give you all those things! Well, you can take this as my farewell gift to you. ”

Charlotte bit her lip gently.

This farewell gift is a bit of a novelty.

She knew that her cousin was famous in the social world for his superb drawing skills. In this case, it may not be easy to refuse.

"Well, thank you." After a moment's hesitation, she agreed.

Anyway, there's still time, and it's okay to put it off.

"It is my pleasure, Madame Tremier." The middle-aged man bowed to Charlotte rather humorously, and then walked back to the door, where he took out what he had prepared long ago.

When it comes to re-facing Charlotte. His movements were much lighter, compared to the sadness he had just had. It's like a completely different person.

"I left in a hurry, so I didn't have enough paint prepared this time." He looked at Charlotte with fierce eyes. His eyes were full of the confidence of an artist, "But for a good painter, it's not a difficult problem, I can solve it." Charlotte, trust me! ”

"What should I do?" Charlotte asked in a low voice.

"You don't need to put on a special pose, you just half-lie in bed, for me a relaxed and natural posture is better." Edgar waved her hand, motioning for her to relax. "Don't worry, I'll leave you a good gift!"

And then. He moved slightly, walked to the window, and placed the canvas on the table.

He looked at Charlotte.

In the dim moonlight, the blonde woman leaned against the back of the bed, half-lying and looking ahead. The luxurious and rich fluffy dress, with a variety of lace and fluffy cuffs, adorned her graceful body, and there was no trace of pregnancy in this beautiful body. On the contrary, she seems to be charming and lovely. Her expression was blurred in the shadows, and she looked like she was smiling, as if she was mocking something.

That's beauty...... The artist quietly admired it for a moment, and finally sighed heartily.

He's been out there for so many years. But even now, he is still able to be moved by true beauty and bring that irrepressible creation** - this may be the talent of an artist.

"The women of our Treville family are just good-looking!" He shouted half flatteringly, half sincerely.

And then. Before Charlotte could respond, he began to paint on the canvas.

At this age. His hands were still very well maintained, white and slender. It looks like you're playing a piano on canvas.

Soon, the painting slowly outlined the shape in his hand, and little by little he condensed his keen sense of art...... The so-called art is a talent hidden deep in the soul, and it must have a flash of inspiration after being touched in some way.

"How's your drawing?" After a long time, Charlotte asked in a low voice. "My posture is a little stiff and I want to relax."

"It's just the last few strokes, and I feel good!" Edgar replied in a low voice. "Feel free to rest, it's already in my mind anyway."

After getting his permission, Charlotte lowered her shoulders slightly and stretched her waist.

Then, he lowered his head, intending to draw the final form of the god.

In this instant......

"The time has come, and that's enough!" Charlotte muttered to herself, then jumped to the edge of the bed at a speed she couldn't even imagine, picked up the chair next to her, and swung it heavily at his head.

"Bang!" A dull sound echoed through the room.

The middle-aged man, who had been hit hard, raised his head and looked at his cousin and daughter-in-law in disbelief.

His eyes were full of dizziness, but then, it was enough to see the other man's expression that was so calm that it was almost indifferent.

I should have known this a long time ago...... I should have known this a long time ago. How could the people of the Trevill family not do this? Only a heretic like himself would not have thought of it.

His heart sank to the bottom.

The feeling of dizziness hit his brain, and his eyes began to blur, and everything could not be seen clearly.

In the confusion, the face of the woman in front of her changed slightly to another person, and her expression slowly changed, from indifference to anger, and finally to hideous, as if she was about to pounce on the enemy of life and death.

"Bang!"

Another merciless blow.

"Bang!"

The blood clotted all over the body, and the brain went blank.

It's you...... Are you looking for me for revenge?

No, it can't be, how is it possible? You're dead, you're dead......

With one last question, Edgar de Treville closed his eyes in a daze and paused to the ground.

"I gave you a chance." Charlotte lowered her chair and looked coldly at her cousin. (To be continued......)