Dark clouds gathered in the sky, thunder sounded, and suddenly, a light rain began to fall.

Phoebe grabbed the basket of flowers, lifted her skirt, and ran back from the garden in a panic. She had barely run under the eaves when she heard a familiar call before she could wring out her soaked clothes.

"Charlotte."

Following the prestige, I saw that it was Mrs. Draped in a light gray shawl, she stood gracefully under the eaves with a gentle smile.

"Mother, why did you get out," she hurriedly pushed Madame into the house, before she had time to pat the dirt that had been splashed on her body. "It's been cold these days, so it's better for my mother to stay in the room more."

"With you by my side, I've been in a lot better these days. Don't worry too much. ”

"No way!" Phoebe's tone was firm, "Don't run out until the doctor says you're all right." ”

"Okay," said Madame with a doting smile, "you should go back and get a clean dress......

"Well, okay, I'll accompany you when I'm ready."

With that, Phoebe left with a shrinking back and disappeared around the corner.

"This kid, frizzy, doesn't look like a noble lady at all." Madame shook her head and smiled helplessly.

Phoebe changed into a clean dress, dried her hair with a dry towel, and went back to Madame's room.

Phoebe has been upset for a while, firstly because she found that her mother no longer looked like her mother, and secondly because Angelo had been out for more than half a month and had not returned. Phoebe was a little worried about him. Ever since Phoebe learned about Angelo's childhood from her wife, she hasn't been worried about Angelo for a moment. During this period, she sent a servant to the Viscount's house to inquire about the news, and the servant's response every time was that the Viscount was sick and wanted to stay with Angelo for a while. The Count also said that nothing would happen to Angelo, and told her not to worry about it. Phoebe didn't ask much.

However, she was very uneasy in her heart, and when she was idle, all she could think about was Angelo. She wanted to see Angelo, to tell him about his wife, and to be by Angelo's side so that he wouldn't be reckless.

Preoccupied, Phoebe pushed open the door of Madame's room. Madame sat on a sofa on one side of the room, watching the rain outside. Noticing Phoebe's noise, she turned her head and smiled at her.

"Here you are, sit here." She pointed to the other side of the couch.

Phoebe obediently walked down beside her, a little reserved, for Madame was no longer the one she knew.

"Mother, you're not a mother, are you?" Looking at the familiar face, the words that came to my heart suddenly appeared.

"What are you talking about?" Madame was puzzled.

"My mother is not as elegant as you, you are as noble as a rose, and my mother is as casual as a daffodil, she was born of nature and loves nature......"

"What are you talking about, silly boy?"

Phoebe looked at her, words choked in her throat.

Madame gently pinned the broken hair from Phoebe's forehead behind her ear.

The Factor of Silence was in the air, and the sound of rain outside was clearly audible.

"Actually, these days, I'm a little confused," she said, breaking the silence, "I don't think you're like Charlotte either." Charlotte is naughty and more headstrong than you......"

The two people who were kept in the dark, mixed half of their true feelings and false intentions, played the role of mother and daughter. But all dramas will eventually come to an end.

"I'm not Charlotte, I'm Phoebe."

"Phoebe," she whispered the name, thoughtful. "Sure enough, you're not Charlotte......" hot tears rolled down Madame's face.

"I'm sorry......" Phoebe said.

"It's okay, thank you......" Madame wiped her tears with a handkerchief. I can't lie to myself anymore, Phoebe, tell me honestly, my daughter Charlotte, isn't it anymore......"

Phoebe replied in a barely audible voice, "Hmm." ”

"I should have come to terms with reality a long time ago......," Madame burst into tears, and finally she took a deep breath and barely managed to compose herself.

"Phoebe, what's the matter with your mother?"

"I ...... I don't know. Phoebe blinked her big eyes, "She looks exactly like you, but she's not like you......"

Madame subconsciously touched her face. Suddenly, they realized at the same time that there were no mirrors in Madame's room.

"Phoebe, do you have a mirror in your room?" She asked.

Phoebe replied "yes" and prepared to take Madame to her room.

But as soon as he walked out of the door of Madame's room, he was blocked by an older maid.

"Madame, Mademoiselle, where are you going? The Count had said that Madame was not in good health, and that if she wanted to go out, she had to report it to him first. ”

"We're not going out, I just want to take my mother to my room."

"I see, if there is any need, please Madame, Madame, Miss call me at any time."

Phoebe led Madame upstairs to her room.

Outside, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the clouds obscured the sky and the sun, not like day. Thunder roared, and the Earl's Mansion was full of ghosts. Phoebe had a bad premonition, and for the first time in ten years of living in the mansion, she felt eerie and terrifying.

Phoebe's careful mind suddenly came to the door to the basement of her home. It seemed that something terrible was locked up in it, and it exuded an eerie aura, like a ghost, hovering over the mansion.

"This is my room."

Phoebe pushed open the door and lit a candle.

The lady held the lampstand in her hand, and in the darkness, walked in the direction of the mirror, and in the candlelight, the mirror radiated the appearance of the lady.

With a bang, thunder burst through the sky.

The lady fell to her knees, the candle extinguished, and fell aside.

"Phoebe, this is not my face......" Madame's voice trembled, "Phoebe, I'm not like this......"

"Don't worry, calm down."

Madame's emotions became more and more agitated, and her whole body trembled. The strong wind outside knocked open the windows, and the cold air poured into the house.

"You say it's not your face? What does that mean? ”

"This face looks like me, but it's not mine......" She looked at Phoebe and remembered something, and grabbed Phoebe's shoulders sharply. Phoebe...... Your mother, what is the name of my body? ”

"Aseni Shakma."

"That's not right...... Wrong...... Something must have gone wrong, it's not my name......"

Madame's mind was confused, and suddenly the person who was also trapped in the darkness flashed in her mind. He recalled what Angelo had said to her that day.

Angelo said, "What would you do if, I mean, you came back at the expense of that woman you didn't know? ”

Maybe that's the answer, Madame thought.

In her short life, there was never a thought of doing evil to others. Even when she was wronged, she never cursed anyone, on the contrary, she also wanted others to be happy.

She had thought she was just sick and had forgotten a lot of things. But I didn't expect my return to come at the cost of someone else's life. This scared her.

For a good person, there is no more painful torment than the sins imposed on him by others.

Mrs. Chelsea had no intention of doing evil, but because of the Earl's selfishness, she was burdened with countless lives.

"What the hell is going on?" Phoebe's mind was full of questions.

"Phoebe, you don't have to worry." The calm lady spoke calmly and was no longer hysterical. She faced Phoebe, stroking her face. "I'll get your mother back. Thank you for taking care of ...... during this time"

Phoebe opened her mouth, just about to ask further about the truth of the matter. Suddenly, there was a knock on her room door.

"Who is it?"

"It's me." The Earl's voice came through the door panel of the room.

Phoebe stood up and picked up her husband again. She patted the dust off her body. The door was opened.

"Father."

Phoebe was a little surprised, because this was the time when the Count stayed in the study and read. Normally, at this time, he would never come out of the study, and no one would be allowed to disturb him.

"Madame, don't lie down in bed and recuperate, what's the matter with coming here?"

Madame stepped forward, her eyes full of complicated thoughts. However, her answer was surprisingly calm.

"I've been in the room for a long time, and I'm a little bored, so I want to come here to check it out."

There was neither Tifibee nor Charlotte in her answer. She guessed that the Count himself didn't know much about her situation. If he had known that he had returned to Chelsea, he would not have allowed himself to come into contact with Phoebe. Her consciousness and Asenni's consciousness often alternated before, and it was by knowing Phoebe that she could distinguish them. What would Earl do if he knew that Chelsea's consciousness was now completely in control of Atheni's body? Will Atheni's soul be discarded? Chelsea don't know and don't dare to act rashly.

The man in front of her was once the biggest philanthropist in the land, and because of a chance act of kindness, he lived in her heart. And now, with the passage of time, he is no longer the man with a good heart, but a demon wrapped in human skin, descending on this world and bringing sin. But what annoyed her was that even if she knew about this man's crime, she did not feel a trace of hatred, only sadness and pity.

Perhaps, he is just hypocrite.

"Master, I'll go back to my room to rest."

Nothing could be seen in Madame's face, and she brushed past the Count.

"By the way, sir, Angelo has been at the Viscount's house for so long, he should be allowed to come back."

"The Viscount is sick, and he wants his children to be with him. You should be able to understand that, right? ”

This sentence is an understatement, but it is also a temptation.

"Of course." Madame replied. "Of course I can understand that, but Angelo is also my child, and I want him to be with me."

"Oh? Which of her children does Madame want to be with her? ”

"Of course, my son and daughter are around." Madame yawned deliberately, "I'm a little tired, I'll go back to my room first." She turned to Phoebe and said with a smile, "Please go to the Viscount's house and tell Angelo about my 'condition'." "Let's go," she urged, "while the rain is light." ”

Without Phoebe's knowledge, it would be better to break her up, Madame thought, and at the same time made a preliminary plan.