When his mood calmed down a little, Mr. Lancelot looked up again.

"I confess that I do have a little selfishness, and I want Cinderella to continue to live, even if it is in a self-deceptive way, but I am indeed a way to protect him. He is now Cinderella, and outsiders think that he is my biological daughter, and no one will doubt his identity, and he can live in peace. ”

Ruan Mianmian disagreed: "He will grow up, what will he do when he grows up?" My daughter should be married when she grows up, right? But Cinderella's identity is destined to make him unable to get married and have children like a normal person, so he can only be left alone for the rest of his life, can you bear to see him alone until he dies? ”

This was said a little harshly, and Mr. Lancelot's face turned slightly pale.

He said in a trembling voice: "I will find someone I can trust to help me take care of him......"

"Who else in this world do you think can take care of Cinderella without any worries or sacrifices?"

Mr. Lancelot could not answer.

He has many friends, but most of those friends are acquaintances in the business field, and there are inextricable interests involved.

Even if there are one or two friends who have no interest in him, there is no guarantee that they will be able to accept Cinderella calmly after learning that he is not human.

After all, for the vast majority of ordinary people, werewolves are equivalent to monsters.

Who isn't scared in the face of monsters? Who doesn't loathe?

Ruan Mianmian looked at the middle-aged gentleman in front of him and said slowly: "In fact, with Cinderella's strength, he can leave you at any time, and the survival ability of werewolves in the wild is far beyond your imagination." He doesn't need anyone's care, and the reason why he willingly puts away his fangs and claws and stays in this house, wearing a skirt and pretending to be a girl every day, is to repay you for raising him. Like you, he also treats you as family, since you are family, why can't you be honest with each other? ”

Mr. Lancelot had never heard anyone say that.

He looked at Cinderella in a daze and asked, "Is what she said true?" ”

All along, he presented himself as a protector.

But now he was told that he was actually the one who was protected.

It made him a little uncomfortable.

Cinderella lowered her eyes and looked at the hem of her skirt and whispered: "I am very grateful to you for raising me, I have always treated you as my biological father, please rest assured, I will stay in this house and be by your side until you are old, you are gone, and you no longer need me." ”

Mr. Lancelot opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly he felt a pang in his heart!

He clutched his chest, let out a rapid gasp, his face turned pale, and cold sweat rolled down.

Seeing this, Cinderella's face changed drastically, and she hurriedly reached out to support him.

Ruan Mianmian was taken aback by this sudden situation: "What's wrong with him?" ”

"He has an old problem with angina." As she spoke, Cinderella quickly reached into Mr. Lancelot's coat pocket, took out a pill bottle, poured out two pills, and stuffed it into Mr. Lancelot's mouth.

Ruan Mianmian hurriedly poured a glass of water.

Cinderella took the glass of water and fed it to Mr. Lancelot.

After taking the medicine, Mr. Lancelot's breathing gradually calmed down, but his face was still pale.

He struggled to get up: "I'm going back to my room to rest." ”

Cinderella held him up and walked slowly downstairs.

Nguyen Mianmian followed.

to the second floor.

When I opened the door to the master bedroom, I found that the bedroom was empty, and Mrs. Holly was not there.

Cinderella anxiously helped Mr. Lancelot to lie down, took off his shoes and coat, and covered him with a quilt.

Mr. Lancelot looked in a bad state of mind, and Cinderella stood by the bedside, her eyes fixed on him, very worried about his physical condition.

"I'm fine, I'm sick, I'll be fine after a break," Mr. Lancelot said weakly, "Sister Mianmian, I'll think about what you say, please go back." ”

Ruan Mianmian has already said what she wants to say, and there is indeed no reason to stay.

"I wish you a speedy recovery and you can contact me directly if you have any needs."

She left the bedroom, went downstairs with her suitcase, and met Mrs. Holly in the drawing-room.

Lady Holly was sitting on the couch, with the telephone at her hand, and she was startled and even a little helpless when she saw the witch appear.

"Why are you here?"

"I'm leaving, passing by here," Ruan Mianmian's eyes circled between her and the phone landline, and smiled meaningfully, "Do you want to make a call?" Or are you done calling? ”

Mrs. Holly's reaction was great: "No! I didn't call! ”

"I know that you have always been very much like asking for help from the Church, but I can tell you clearly that even if the Archbishop himself comes, there is nothing you can do about me, but you are on your own. If the church people do come to me for trouble, the first thing I will think is that you betrayed me, and I will definitely come back to you to settle the score. ”

Mrs. Holly's face had turned pale as paper, her lips trembled, and she could not utter a word for a long time.

Ruan Mianmian bowed slightly: "I should go, may Madame have a good afternoon, goodbye." ”

She took the umbrella from the maid's hand and walked away briskly.

Mrs. Holly stared at the direction the witch had left, struggling for a long time, but finally did not pick up the phone out of fear.

She was scared.

If the people of the church fail to catch the witch in one fell swoop and let the witch escape, then she will have to endure the witch's crazy revenge.

She's just an ordinary woman, not a match for witches at all.

She can't make a bet with her own name.

"Forget it, let's observe for a while, and as long as she doesn't show up again, I won't notify the church."

Mrs. Holly comforted herself so inwardly.

Because of Mr. Lancelot's illness, Cinderella called her family doctor.

The doctor came to see Mr. Lancelot, made sure it was just a recurrence of the old disease, left a bottle of medicine, and left.

What people didn't expect.

The next morning, a middle-aged man dressed in a black priest's robe, who claimed to be an old friend of Mr. Lancelot's name, Anselm.

The person in charge of receiving him was Mrs. Holly.

Mrs. Holly looked at his dress and asked curiously, "Do you work in the church?" ”

Anselm smiled and replied, "I'm a local bishop. ”

Lady Holly suddenly realized: "It turns out that you are that bishop friend of Mr. Lancelot!" ”

At the same time, a bold thought came to her mind.

Since he is a bishop, he should be a powerful figure in the Holy See, and if the whereabouts of the witch are revealed to him, with his connections and strength, he should be able to take down the witch in one fell swoop, and never suffer from it!!