"Not yet, Mother." James sat up and looked at the beautiful woman.

"I saw that you have been studying for a long time, and I have long told you that your body is just right, and you can't be too tired!" Elizabeth sat next to James and hugged him in distress and kissed him lightly on the forehead.

"It's really fine, it's been more than a month, and I've recovered a long time ago, you see I'm not very good lately......"

"That's good, that's good......" Elizabeth muttered as she tightened her arms around James again.

She is always full of indebtedness after James recovers, because her eldest son Tony died of illness in her arms, which made the woman collapse into hysteria, and James was always feverish and sick, and every time it seemed to evoke memories of the past, making her crazy and out of control.

When James fell asleep for the first time when he was four years old, Elizabeth held his small body and kept crying Tony's name, and Mr. Howlett ordered his men to put Elizabeth under house arrest and not let her out. This also made the mother feel very guilty that she had not been able to accompany her sick son, but there may be some other reason.

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Victor Logan is a very special child, not only because of his young but tall and strong body, and his disgusting and hideous fingernails, but also because he doesn't look like a subordinate son at all, and he speaks and acts as if he is the young master of this manor.

There was an unyielding pride in his bones, and only in the presence of Mr. Howlett would he restrain himself, and even make a little servant humility. Even in front of Mr. John, he often spoke harshly, which was perhaps another reason why John hated him besides Victor's father, Thomas Rogan.

The temperature is cooler at night, the large balcony of James's room is not only spacious, but also has an excellent view, and he also likes to practice here more and more, although the practice is only the exercise of muscles and bones, the pile of strengthening the body and blood, not what is "sucking the moonlight, swallowing the clouds and confiding" mysterious and mysterious things, but it is also an empty and vast heart.

The magnificent Rocky Mountains and forests, the numerous stars overhead, and the huge bright moon that have never been set foot by human beings, such a practice environment is worthy of the "mountains nourish muscles and bones, and the stars open to supervise" as mentioned in the Boxing Sutra, which is an excellent environment for cultivation.

Capacity, breathing, mental visualization, a set of Yi Jin Gong Shangjuan has now been able to be completely practiced, in the end, the child's body is suitable for such a tendon and vein foundation, in exchange for the twenties before starting to practice, I don't know how many times faster the progress.

James was lying on the balcony a little bored, and the huge manor was a little quiet.

People in the 19th century did not have much entertainment, about ten o'clock in the evening was already like two or three o'clock in the morning, James's father, Mr. John Howlett, went to the east in recent days to inspect the breeding of pasture livestock, now the family affairs, business is basically taken care of by John, Mr. Howlett is basically in the manor to retire, but as long as he is there, all the property of the entire Howlett family will continue to operate safely.

"Elizabeth! Listen to me, damn it! You give me wait! ”

James faintly heard what seemed to be a suppressed roar from the balcony in the garden not far downstairs.

"Thomas, you hurt me!" The woman's somewhat shrill voice sounded, and this time James confirmed that it was Mother Elizabeth. He quickly rolled onto the ridge under the balcony, creeping closer like a tanuki.

"You tell me! Does James have anything to do with me? The gardener, Thomas Rogan, dressed in a linen-colored coarse cloth shirt, with thick hair on his chest, pinched Mrs. Howlett's delicate arm with one hand, and let her wit and tear without shaking for half a minute.

"Of course James is John's son! Did you be such a beautiful boy as James as you brut bastard! Elizabeth's snow-white skin was red from shame or fierce struggle, and she sharply responded to Thomas Rogan's question.

"No, no, no! James doesn't look like me, but he doesn't look like John at all, he just looks like you! I wondered back then, the day James was born was ...... with us."

"Shut up! Thomas, shut your stinky mouth for me! We're long gone, and I'm not allowed you to mention that again, never! You're just a gardener! Just a gardener! Elizabeth's angry rebuke seemed to be deeply rooted in Thomas Rogan's body, and the man's face was full of gloom, and he let go of his hand, strangely calm.

"Yes, I am only a gardener, and you are the most honorable mistress of the estate, but what is there to be proud of as a lady Howlett who has an affair with a gardener!"

Thomas's increasingly hideous face was full of madness, "You forgot that you liked me when you were a child, and you forgot that I comforted your heart and body after Tony's death!" I forgot how I yelled at me when I was sprinting that I was a hundred times stronger than John! ”

Thomas Rogan's words without a trace of concealment were like stripping Elizabeth of her clothes, and the woman's flushed face suddenly turned pale, like a tide that had receded, leaving a mess.

She sat down on the ground, her messy hair looking so helpless, her delicate face hanging down like goose eggs, and murmured, "No, Thomas, no...... Can't let people know about us, you know, Howlett will kill us, it was just a mistake on my part, I lost Tony at that time, and Victor's mother died in childbirth because she gave birth to him, and we just got together by accident. These really can't be known! Elizabeth's pretty face was full of pleading, and it was unbearable.

"At least, at least think about James! He's still so young, do you think Howlett will spare his life? ”

"So James is my son!" Thomas's mood was heated again. Elizabeth didn't answer, it was too quiet as if nothing had happened that night, and all the answers were self-evident.

"Let's go, Elizabeth, let's get out of here!"

There was a faint hint of disdain on Mrs. Howlett's face, but her drooping cheeks were well hidden.

"Where can I go? We don't have anything, where can we go with the children? She sighed helplessly, full of sorrow and hesitation.

"Just the two of us! We can go anywhere, even, we can go to the United States! It's okay to go back to the UK. I just want you, as long as you, you should understand my heart, you liked me more when we played together since we were kids, didn't you, John, he was just lucky to have the last name Howlett! ”

Elizabeth was even more ashamed of this man who was willing to abandon even her two sons as long as a woman, and she didn't care about regretting her mistakes, and comforted Thomas: "Can you wait for me to think about it?" It's not a trivial matter, my dear, at least we have to plan it out. ”

Elizabeth's soft voice overjoyed Thomas Rogan, a reckless man with muscles in his head, nodded excitedly, as if a beautiful and happy life in the future was just around the corner. The two whispered for a moment, and quickly left the garden, leaving James alone lying in the corner of the house looking up at the starry sky, stunned and motionless.

It's probably a standard vulgar triangle. Once young John, Thomas and Elizabeth grew up together, they were close when they were young, maybe John and Thomas still want to be good brothers, both teenagers like the beautiful Elizabeth, at that time the tall and strong Thomas was more favored by girls.

But as he grew up, John, as the son of the owner of the manor, naturally had a bright future, and Thomas was just a poor boy from an ordinary banker's family, and how to choose it was needless to say in Elizabeth's heart.

The former brothers turned against each other, and the simple friendship of the three no longer existed, and perhaps something happened in the middle that made John Howlett begin to dislike this childhood friend, but now, if the absurdity of Lady Elizabeth and Thomas Rogen is shaken out, it will be an undoubted killing, even Mr. Howlett's precious "grandson" James.

He didn't quite remember when and how he got back to bed, and what troubled James was not that his mother was cheating on the gardener, that he was a wild seed who had survived, but how he had escaped from this "disaster".