The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 186 Ch.185 Bronte

I am my brother…

"Is your sister okay, 'Randolph'?" Someone couldn't help but pursed his lips and glanced at the colorful 'Randolph' beside him - and the uneasy middle-aged maid standing beside him.

When she just came downstairs, she saw everything.

This is too...

too…

This is not the behavior a young lady should do.

She planned to talk to Ms. Teresa later.

If Theresa is dissatisfied, let her talk to Mr. Taylor; on the contrary, she will treat it as invisible in the future.

"My sister! I miss Roland!"

Beatrice stared at Roland seriously. The originally loose indoor skirt was extremely tight on her body: "Roland shouldn't leave."

"I'm too busy, Beatrice." Roland tilted his ears, fumbled, and pushed the light cake on the table towards her, "I'm busy making money, busy working, and busy supporting myself."

Beatrice ignored the cake at all, her big blue-purple eyes refused to let go of Roland, staring at it, and suddenly started groping around her body.

After a moment, he shouted.

"My stuff!"

"She's making so much noise now since last time."

-

I like it now.

-

At least no one dared to manipulate her in secret.

Roland crossed his legs so that he could watch her making trouble with his maid, which made the servant helpless and turned back upstairs.

After coming down for a while, he was carrying a small silk bag.

It was full of rattling gold pounds.

No shillings and pence.

The lowest denomination is one pound.

"Not working."

Beatrice snatched the silk bag, shook it, held it like a treasure, and stuffed it into Roland's hand, "Not working."

"This is your brother's money, Beatrice."

"I am my brother!"

The maid on the side was amused.

Roland took the bag, weighed it, and sighed: "Tell Randolph that he should be careful about the Taylor family's property."

The maid smiled.

…………

…

A steamy bathroom.

Rustling sound.

The sound of running water.

as well as…

"Woof——"

The two maids outside the door couldn't help but raise their lips.

They served the 'dirty lady' to take off her clothes, arrange soap and brushes, and wash hair, including tooth powder and combs for guests - among them, the blonde-haired maid could only hold back the corners of her mouth that turned up, and arranged everything quickly with her hands and feet. He quickly backed out.

"Some people say that this is a curse." The man leaned against the wall with some pockmarks on his face and whispered to the blond-brown maid: "It will bring bad luck."

The other party said few words and tapped his lips with his index finger: "Sally, pay attention to your words and deeds."

"It's true, Bronte." Sally pursed her lips in the direction of the door and lowered her voice: "Have you seen the blind man? The blind man brought a barking dog. Doesn't this look like those stories you've heard? …”

"Sally." Bronte frowned slightly: "Watch your mouth."

She was not very good-looking to begin with. When her face was expressionless, the corners of her mouth drooped unnaturally.

This doesn't seem at all unpleasant and definitely not gentle.

Sally wasn't afraid of her, though.

She knew who Bronte was and what his temperament was.

They had just arrived, and the two of them had not had much contact with the old servants in the house. For the time being, they could only chat with each other.

——And as time went by, Sally knew that she would soon be "distanced" from Bronte.

Because Bronte, unlike her, is not a real cleaning servant.

She felt a little dissatisfied.

"Hey, my friend told me to stay away from these weirdos."

These words made the maid named Bronte frown even more: "...Are you still hanging out with that gangster from the Gold Tooth Gang?"

Sally raised her eyebrows and looked Bronte up and down: "You come from the country, how do you know? That's not a fool. When you didn't see him in his majesty - and a few strong men, broke into that house , hit his legs with a stick...my heart almost jumped out!"

Bronte fell silent.

Everyone has their own choice.

She finally found such a good job - although it was not a leisurely job, the weekly salary was much higher than that of an ordinary teacher.

Yes, teachers.

private teacher.

Generally speaking, employers would hate to see tutors idle and would arrange extra sewing work for them: such as sewing hats or pajamas, or even clothes for dolls.

Teresa was kind-hearted and rarely gave her orders, and the Taylor family did not lack a sewing maid.

But today, she was allowed to serve someone other than Beatrice——

She felt different.

Maybe it's because of that handsome gentleman.

he is…

Collins?

Bronte took the name to heart.

Since she came, Ms. Teresa has received many friends of Mr. Taylor Jr. - this is the first time she has been so solemn.

so…

She didn't want Sally to talk about it so freely that she would suffer the same consequences.

"Sally, maybe that gentleman is very important." She reminded, but as soon as the words slipped out of her lips, she began to curse herself in her heart.

Bronte, Bronte.

Is it that hard not to answer the call?

Sure enough, Sally just shrugged her shoulders in response to her reminder and didn't take it seriously at all:

"Little Mr. Taylor's friends are very rich, but I don't see what this 'sharp-eyed' guy is worth -"

Oh, he has a nice face, but I can guarantee that he is fragile and probably not as strong as me——

He's as weak as a boneless cat, what kind of gentleman is he... He doesn't even look like a man to me. "

"Sally."

"A blind man..." Sally poked her head and whispered: "...You are a tutor, Bronte, you can read. Tell me, what do stories like this say about people like this? I heard that it's because their parents did this They committed immoral things, making the benefactor angry, punishing them, and preventing their children from seeing the light of day for the rest of their lives..."

"Tell me, can this be true?"

"I heard people say..."

Bronte sighed quietly and stopped answering.

About twenty minutes passed.

The bathroom went quiet.

Sally tidied herself up, straightened her back, and pushed the door open.

Before Bronte could follow him, he saw a flash of black drifting past the corner of the corridor.

Teresa stood there expressionless for a long time.

"Miss…"

"Go and accompany the guests for me, Beatrice is making a big fuss."

"Sally's still there—"

"I'll get help, Bronte. Go stay with Mr. Collins."

"…yes."

Bronte squeezed Sally's sweat, lowered his head, and walked past her with small steps.

In the living room, Beatrice was pestering Roland, telling him what she did, ate, and played every day.

They are all intermittent and unfinished fragments.

Roland listened with great interest and asked questions from time to time.

These two people…

More like real siblings.

Bronte thought as she quietly came to the side of the older maid who was looking after Beatrice and stood still.

"…The color of your lips has gone."

It seems that taking care of Miss Taylor is not easy.

"I've been feeling a little unwell lately, Bronte." The older maid looked at Beatrice, who was playing with Roland, with some reluctance in her eyes:

"...But I think I really need to rest for a while. I often feel blurry shadows appear in front of my eyes. Yesterday evening, when I was walking with the lady, I even fell hard - I was afraid that I would knock down the lady and be shocked. Cold sweat."

Overlapping shadows?

"Your eyes..."

"Yes, yes. Teresa said she could make an appointment with someone who can see a doctor for me, but I have to save my money for John and Harper."

Those were her son and daughter.

"Maybe I can just go home and rest for a while..."

The older maid said, rubbing her eyes.

In fact, not only did her eyes feel uncomfortable, but her stomach had been cramping from time to time recently, as if there was a villain waving a dagger inside.

"I really need to rest for a while..."

Take a break...

Then, he would have to stay with Beatrice almost all day.

Bronte thought.

She was a little uneasy.

I don’t know if I can take good care of this ‘lively’ lady.

The middle-aged maid seemed to see her concerns and comforted her gently: "...Miss Taylor is a kind girl. She is occasionally noisy, but most of the time she is quiet. I know you are literate and can teach arithmetic, foreign languages, music, etc. …”

"Perhaps you can really talk about art?"

Hope...

Bronte is unwilling to leave the Taylor family easily.

The owner and Ms. Teresa are very generous and not harsh in their treatment of others.

If she can really get along well with this young lady, then if she works for two or three years, she will be able to save enough money for her sisters.

She encouraged herself in her mind.