Flowers, Swords and France

Full of joy, Charles sent away Mr. de Treveaux, who was already somewhat lost. 『≤,

It had to be said that he was very satisfied with the other party's extremely disappointing performance, and it was not in vain that he called him here today.

However, making him unable to step down in person is just the beginning. He will continue to clean up the remaining influence of this person and will never show any mercy.

That's right, he has never been a tolerant person, especially towards those who have threatened him. He will definitely try his best to eradicate the threat when he can, no matter what. Leave yourself a little trouble.

This is your choice.

After sneering for a moment, he took his thoughts back and continued to deal with his unfinished official duties.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Come in." He responded quickly.

Then the door opened and his secretary entered cautiously.

"What's the matter?" he asked without raising his head.

"This was just delivered, sir." The secretary carefully handed a note to his desk.

Um? Ciel was slightly shocked.

After a moment, he directly picked up the note, wondering in his mind who sent it.

If it were an ordinary person, his secretary would never dare to hand out notes casually.

Then, as soon as he saw the Juanxiu handwriting on Bishen, he immediately understood.

Was this written by Charlotte?

His somewhat sluggish spirit immediately revived, and Charles quickly corrected his attitude and looked at it seriously.

"We have met too little recently. Are you really so busy? Can you spare some time? Come to me. I have something important to tell you. Reply as soon as possible. Xia."

After reading it, Ciel couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The note was short and the words on it were very simple, but he could not put the note aside for a long time.

Charlotte's tone seemed a little bad, and she seemed to have a sense of sadness after being left out. Maybe she would lose her temper next.

However, it is true that he has rarely seen her recently. Even if she is unhappy, it is normal... When he thought of this, Ciel felt relieved.

to be honest. He did feel a little guilty for Charlotte - it was a small thing to neglect Charlotte because of his busy schedule. More importantly, the matter of Matilda and Mary... well, he couldn't think about it anymore.

So, with a wry smile, he picked up the pen and soon wrote the same note.

"Okay, I get it. I'll come over to you this afternoon. Wait for me. Sorry, I'm so busy recently. I love you, Xia."

Then he handed the note to his secretary, "Give it to the footman who is here to deliver the letter. Have him send it back directly."

"Okay, sir." The secretary responded quickly, took the note and left.

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"Char, you are so willing to reward me today!"

After finishing all official duties. Charles arrived at the Duke of Treville's house in the evening.

It was already late winter, and the weather had become very cold. Even in the afternoon, the temperature was not high. After getting off the carriage, Charles took a deep breath. Then he suddenly shuddered.

After staying in the office for a long time, it is indeed difficult to adapt to the outdoor temperature.

Almost as soon as he reached the vestibule, Charlotte had already greeted him, and then looked at him with some displeasure.

When she saw Ciel, she frowned slightly, obviously unhappy.

Because it was winter, she was wearing a thick white winter skirt, and her blond hair was simply braided and tied behind her head. It was not as showy as in summer, but looked a bit solemn, but it looked a little more different. charm.

However, when Ciel looked at her beautiful face, he inevitably felt a sense of guilt in his heart.

"Sorry, Charlotte, can't I help it? Recently..."

"Okay, okay, I know that you have heavy responsibilities and are busy with official duties, so you can't spare time..." Charlotte waved her hand impatiently, "Really, it's the same reason every time, I've heard it all Tired of hearing this.”

"But this is the truth!" Charles sighed, "Others don't know, but you will definitely know, right? Okay, Lolot, don't be angry, let's go in first, it's freezing here."

"You should wear more clothes if you're afraid of the cold! It's true, I haven't known how to look at the sky since I was a child!" Although she said so powerfully, seeing Charles shivering, Charlotte stopped worrying. He turned around and led him towards his mansion.

"You said you wanted to tell me something today, what exactly was it?" Charles asked carefully as he walked.

"What, sir, don't you want to come here if nothing happens?" Charlotte glanced at him with some dissatisfaction.

"Oh! Of course I didn't mean that!" Charles waved his hand quickly, "I just said that if something big happens, you should tell me first so that I can keep it secret."

Unexpectedly, after he said this, Charlotte's expression suddenly became serious, and then she turned her eyes slightly and looked to the side.

"What, did something big happen?" Seeing Charlotte's expression, Charles was slightly shocked, "Tell me quickly, Lolotte."

"Don't be so loud, idiot!" Charlotte glanced at him in dissatisfaction, then hesitated slightly, as if choosing her words.

Charles quickly came to her side.

Then, she finally made up her mind and lowered her voice. "Charles, don't tell anyone about this."

"Okay, of course I won't, tell me now!" Charles replied quickly.

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"Grandpa... Grandpa..." Charlotte lowered her eyes slightly, as if she was a little panicked and a little sad, "I got sick again today and almost fainted. The doctor said... the doctor said, maybe, maybe..."

At this point, Charlotte's nose suddenly felt sour, and there was a hint of sobbing in her tone, "Maybe he won't live for a few months."

"Ah?" Although Charlotte's tone was very light, it still sounded like thunder to Charles.

Although I knew that the Duke of Treville had not been in good health recently, I really didn't expect it to deteriorate so quickly.

This shrewd, even somewhat cold-blooded grandpa is actually going to die?

"This... this is really terrible..." After a moment, he answered with a dry tone.

"Yes, it's terrible..." Charlotte closed her eyes, tears seemed to flow from the corners of her eyes, "I still haven't figured it out, grandpa is actually going to leave us! I... I have never thought about such a thing!"

Seeing Charlotte suddenly so sad, Charles slowly regained his composure.

Although he was also very sad, after all, this was his grandpa, and it was not enough to make him feel the kind of pain that made him breathless.

Besides, even if he was sad at this time, it would be useless.

"Lolotte, don't cry." He held Charlotte in his arms and tried his best to convey his comfort to her heart, "Everyone will have such a day, no one can escape it. Besides, he is almost eighty years old now. Even if he really...really said goodbye to us, that...that can't be helped."

"I understand what you said, but...but I still can't help feeling sad." Charlotte in Charles' arms answered in a muffled voice, and it seemed that she was still crying, "That's my grandfather!"

When he heard Charlotte's answer, Charles didn't know what to say, so he had to hug her tighter.

Because of her personality, Charlotte is probably closer to her grandfather than to her father. She is probably the one in her family who cares most about the safety of the Duke of Treville-because of this, she is probably the biggest blow.

"Okay, don't be sad. Didn't the doctor say that there is still some time left? Let's spend some time with him during this time." Charles whispered in Charlotte's ear, "Now, take me to see him first."

"I'm just about to take you there." Charlotte gently broke away from Charles' arms, "But, Charles, there is something else I need to tell you."

"Hmm? What is it?" Charles looked at her with some confusion.

He remembered Charlotte's wording on the note again.

"Although we are hiding it from Grandpa now, Grandpa seems to have some feelings... Since he woke up, he has called Dad over and told him a lot of things." Charlotte still lowered her voice and whispered in Charles' ear, "Dad came to me at noon and told me that Grandpa had made a decision."

"Decision? It seems to be about me?" Charles looked at her in confusion.

"Yes, to be precise, it's about us." Charlotte hesitated for a moment, then continued, "Grandpa wants to re-dispose of his property."

"Is there anything that needs to be re-disposed?" Charles was still very confused.

That's right, Charles couldn't see what needed to be done about it - the Duke of Treville only had Charlotte's father as his child, and there was absolutely no trouble with the right of inheritance. Wouldn't it be OK to pass it directly to his son?

"I was also very surprised when I heard it, and then my father explained it to me." Charlotte pursed her lips slightly, obviously hesitant, but after a moment she continued, "Maybe he was afraid that my father and brother would squander and ruin the family, so he wanted to convert most of the family's land and other properties into cash, and then turn them into trusts, so that they couldn't spend them at will..."

Then, a trace of embarrassment and shyness suddenly appeared on her face, and then she looked up at Charles, "According to grandpa's idea, he wanted our children to be the beneficiaries of this trust and share the annual income equally. In addition... In addition... He also wanted the two of us to be supervisors and decide on the distribution of this money..."

"Ah?" Charles was finally shocked and speechless for a while.

Let the granddaughter and grandson-in-law discipline the son? Is this old man too crazy? (To be continued...)

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