The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 142 Ch.141 Don’t be disappointed in Beatrice

Taylor's House still looks full of gold pounds.

Some lampshades, sofa and dining table decorations were changed, and a huge ivory was added to the living room.

“…many quacks tried to get me to undergo their ‘cutting’ treatment, which involves scalding my belly with boiling water and then shaving my hair off with a saw or something sharp…I’m not stupid enough to believe what these people say.”

Randolph complained without waiting to sit down.

For his sister, he would never take any risk - especially when he personally went to the nursing home to see the patients after the 'surgery'.

Either stupid, quiet, almost without self; or crazy, too 'lively'.

Most of them had fever symptoms, and too many failed to persist.

Is this considered treatment?

This is murder.

"...They also insulted me, saying that I am a person who does not open the light of wisdom. Oh, the gold pounds I earn in one day are enough for them to live in a year."

Roland held the teacup and teased Randolph:

"I really don't know how much you can earn in a day. Randolph, tell me, it will make me hate you rich people."

Randolph smiled and asked: "I heard that the weekly salary of an executive is three pounds?"

Roland said it was two pounds less than that.

"Then you will have to hate it for a while." Randolph tugged at the stand-up collar, untied two collars, completely exposed his neck, and slumped down on the sofa: "...Let's put it this way, Roland. Because Betty doesn't spend much money, I only give her an allowance of eight hundred pounds a week... and she can't spend it all."

Roland:......

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‘Only give her eight hundred pounds’.

"You have to work for more than ten years to get the butt lady's weekly allowance."

"Pocket money."

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If I had eight hundred pounds a week, I would spread the softest and most expensive blanket on my wooden bed.

"Yes, yes, even the queen has to sleep on a bed made of gold."

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Are you making fun of me?

"Ha ha."

Roland thought about what the eight hundred pounds could buy, and suddenly realized that he had never seen real "expensiveness".

It hasn't been long since he arrived in this prosperous city, and he is still a "country boy" after all.

"The smallest box of cigars I send you every week costs several gold pounds, Roland."

Randolph undoubtedly showed off this matter, casually mentioned it, and took out two cigars from the wooden box.

Today's ones are thicker and the eggplant leaves are darker than before.

"... Mr. Edward Snow is definitely different. With my permission, he came to my door every day and observed Betty for a week. Then he discussed it with me."

Randolph ordered Roland, then himself.

He was very excited, as if it was the first time he heard of such a unique 'treatment'.

"No need for saws and knives, no awls and flames, no boiling water, not even anything to eat or drink."

He held his cigar and waved his arms: "He asked me to arrange for a servant with a sharp tongue to chat with Betty every day. He would read to her and tell her about men's work, sports, women's clothes, and some hobbies. Things about my business, the ocean, the smoking machines—"

Randolph's blue-violet eyes seemed to glow.

"do you know?"

"Betty actually started 'asking' questions!" This made the worried brother extremely excited: "She 'asked' questions! Questions about my business! This is simply... I can't believe it! She rarely expresses herself actively and talks to me all day long. Painting."

"Now, she's actually starting to ask questions!"

Beatrice's reaction was a great encouragement to him.

Roland could imagine it.

How much discussion will Randolph have to endure with a 'problem' that has been silent since childhood.

but.

He loves his sister firmly and will never be shaken by anyone.

A few years later.

Finally saw the light.

"I can make her life very happy," Randolph said.

"But I still hope that one day she can say with her own lips: 'I hate this person, brother', or 'I love him, brother' - I hope to give her the best, I hope she can ask me for it in person ”

Randolph took a deep breath and his fingers trembled slightly.

"And always be prepared for that."

He learned about this yesterday, didn't sleep well all night, and wrote a letter to Edward Snow all night long.

Roland was also happy for him: "What did she ask?"

Randolph had a smile on his face: "The servant told me. She was telling her about my cigar shop, my counter and wooden shelves full of cigars, when suddenly, I heard Betty ask -"

"'Is that expensive'?"

Randolph imitated his sister's speech vividly - although this was also repeated by the servant.

He was so happy.

"Of course it's expensive! I knew that my sister was smarter than me. She pointed directly at the bull's-eye! 'Is that expensive?' Look! Such professional words! Ordinary small businessmen can't react immediately..."

Roland:......

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There is so much meaning in these words?

"Did you see that tusk on the table?"

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Um.

"What does it embody?"

Roland:? -

What else can ivory embody? -

The cry of an animal dying?

"It embodies the extravagant life of a businessman. He spends a lot of money to buy decorations just for his pitiful and pathetic vanity. He decorates the animal's teeth with gorgeous gold and silver so that he can have a few more interesting stories when guests visit. Talking point - In a cold family filled with the smell of ink and sweat, only bright gold coins are what they are most passionate about and are most willing to pay for. "

"'Ivory! They bought and talked about ivory! And today! I have it too!'"

"He was as excited as a young boy who discovers a woman under the covers for the first time, pacing around the ivory. He admired this ordinary tooth, and saw the praise, praise and high-heeled shoes from the gray-white skin. The sound of glasses being clinked——"

"He squinted his eyes and raised his head slightly, as if he was welcoming those gorgeous but empty compliments——"

"The gold pounds rattled."

"Blocking the howl of the giant beast."

Roland:......

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Are you thinking too much?

"So are your friends."

Roland glanced at the sharp-faced gentleman who was still beaming, and saw that he was not only showing off to himself, but also to the valet standing not far away, showing off his sister, and saying that soon, she would be able to do whatever...

"Randolph."

"...My sister is not-oh, what's wrong?"

Roland whispered: "Don't be disappointed in Beatrice."

He looked at the gentleman who indulged in joy and did not want to see his friend disappointed.

When he was waiting full of hope, waiting for his sister who might be able to become 'normal' soon - when he condensed these emotions into a surging and irresistible wave...

Beatrice is still not 'healed'.

By then, the overwhelming disappointment will come back, drowning him and suffocating him.

He may become depressed and irritable.

He will doubt Edward Snow's level, doubt whether there is another servant like "Lei" in the family, and even doubt...

Beatrice Taylor.

I wonder if my sister will always look like this.

As much as he hoped, he was disappointed...

And he will vent his anger indiscriminately.

"Whether the treatment is successful or not, it is not Beatrice's fault, Randolph."

Looking at Roland's calm golden eyes, the overly excited and burning joy gradually softened.

Randolph's hand holding the cigar was placed on his knees, and the other hand spread his middle finger and thumb, lowered his head slightly, and pressed his temples.

"...You're right, Roland."

He stared at the carpet, inhaled several times, and exhaled hard, letting the smoke wrap around him.

After a while.

"Roland."

He said.

"It's an honor to have a friend like you."