Holder Manor Secret

Mary gave birth in the room while the rest had to wait in the small living room.Anna was young and had never experienced a woman's delivery, so she was so frightened that she cried.Vivian hugged her tightly and kept stroking her hair.

"Don't be afraid, Anna...don't be afraid..."

Vivienne pretended to be calm, but her raised hand was trembling slightly.She comforted Anna over and over again, and she was also comforting herself.

No matter how mature and calm she is usually, she is still an unmarried girl under 20 years old.

They were like two chicks huddled together for warmth in a heavy rain, shivering and helpless in the face of the dangerous situation.

When Edward and Vincent came in, Vivienne suddenly looked up at them as if startled, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Uncle Edward, Mr Thomas."

Vincent nodded slightly, Edward's stubbornness made him in no mood to show the consideration of a gentleman.He wrapped his arms around Edward's waist, letting his still hot body lean against his body, to relieve Edward's burden and slightly ease his inner impatience.

Edward didn't care about Vincent's slightly disrespectful behavior. He was still ill, and he was exhausted after walking a short distance.However, he still forcibly raised his strength and said with a smile, "Hey, what's wrong with our little princess?" He called a maid over, "Go and heat some milk."

The maid quickly brought milk from the kitchen, Anna sipped it, and finally calmed down.

Vincent supported Edward to sit down, and did not move his hands on his waist.Edward secretly pinched Vincent, but it didn't work, so he just let it go - he had more important things to do.

"Madam... When did it start?" He asked Vivian.

Because of her close uncle, Vivian relaxed a lot. "Mum started feeling pain about an hour ago, we called Dr Smith and he said it was today."

"Has the baron been notified?"

"I called someone to look for it. Who knows where he is?!" Speaking of her father, Vivienne couldn't help being a little angry. "Not to mention the heavy snow outside..."

Anna finished her milk and watched them nervously.Vivian wiped her face with a handkerchief.

"One hour..." Edward estimated, "It will probably take a while, Anna is still young, let her go back to her room."

"I'm not going back!" Anna yelled, and after being glared at by Vivian, she lowered her voice.

"Let me stay here, I'll be good." She begged with red eyes.

Edward sighed.

Vivian ordered the maid to serve some brandy again.Edward took a sip and let it go.In the small living room, no one spoke.Mary's labor was still going on, and all they could do was wait.

Time seemed to stand still.

Anna couldn't bear it, and leaned on the sofa drowsily.Edward also snuggled into Vincent's arms and fell asleep.Vivian sent someone to bring blankets and cover them up.Vincent adjusted Edward's sleeping position, and thanked Vivian softly.

"No, we should thank you."

Vivienne said in a low voice, "At such a moment, you are willing to be by Uncle Edward's side, I am very grateful to you."

Vincent couldn't help but glanced at the second lady. People in the Holder family seemed to have a keen insight.

He was silent for a moment, showing a good-natured smile.

"You are a clever lady."

"This wisdom will benefit you endlessly in the future."

It snowed all night.

Mary gave birth to a baby boy early in the morning, and although his mother had a hard time carrying him, the new heir was in good health.Baron Holder finally rushed back, hugging his first male heir, excited, "Thank God! Thank God!"

He blushed and said loudly.

Mary is not doing well.

She's been fertile for so long that it's exhausting her. "Mrs. may have a long recuperation," said Dr. Smith.

But Edward finally breathed a sigh of relief, after all, she survived, didn't she.

He fainted with peace of mind, completely unaware of what happened next.When he woke up again, he heard an unacceptable news.

Mary died.

After she gave birth, it was less than a day.

"This is impossible……"

Edward murmured that the sudden bad news seemed to shatter his whole body into pieces. "It can't be..." he repeated.

Vincent tried to comfort him and wanted to hug him, but Edward pushed him away.

"Where's Madam? Where's Vivian? Where's Anna?" He ran out of the room with bare feet, yelling irrationally. "Don't do that!" Vincent rushed out and grabbed Edward's arm, "Calm down, you're still sick!"

Edward gasped heavily.

"Let go of me, you liar!" He twisted and tried to avoid Vincent, "There is no truth, it's all lies!"

"I didn't lie to you!" Vincent was distressed and had a headache, "Where are you going, I will accompany you. Now, go put on your shoes first, okay?"

He coaxed him nicely, his lowered voice was like low-key piano music.

However, Edward couldn't listen to anything, he messed around and regarded Vincent as an enemy. "Liar! Liar!" He yelled uncontrollably, greeted the curious servant, and was sternly shouted away by Vincent.

"Shut up!" Vincent's patience finally ran out. He pushed Edward against the wall, his chest squeezed into the small space, and his body cast a dark shadow. "Listen, beauty." He pinched Edward's cheek vigorously and threatened viciously, "If you still want to stand to attend the funeral of the baroness, you have to be obedient."

"Did you hear that?"

Edward was so pinched that he couldn't speak, his absent-minded eyes slowly regained consciousness, and they were covered with mist again.

He nodded his head with difficulty.

The ground was not carpeted, it was cold and hard to step on, and Edward couldn't help curling his toes.Vincent put down his hands, carried Edward back to the room, and put him on the chair.

It's a single chair with no arms, just a high back. "Sit obediently." Vincent left such instructions, and then went to get clothes and shoes for Edward.

The room fell silent,

Edward looked down at his bare feet and suddenly felt very cold.He lifted his foot carefully and hugged his knee.

it's too cold.

He is very thin, so light that it seems that only the skeleton remains.The thin dressing gown and flesh could not keep him warm, and waves of chill swept over him.

He was freezing as hell.

"Vincent,"

He gave a little cry, and then said without warning:

"I love you."

A sudden confession, a desperate love.

Mary's death took the last straw from Edward's hands, and it seemed that he had nothing to lose and nothing to care about.

The dignity and responsibility that we have struggled to uphold are no longer meaningful.

it's too cold.

Vincent was silent.It doesn't matter anymore.It doesn't matter.Edward curled up, maintaining this very uncomfortable position, with his chin resting on his knees, silent.

"I know."

Vincent came over and knelt on the ground on one knee.Edward stared stubbornly at his toes, desperately enduring it.

He didn't want to cry, at least not right now.

His tears were kept till the funeral.

"I lack the etiquette of love, just like an actor performing on the stage for the first time, forgetting his role in a panic."

"Your love is sincere, and you don't understand all kinds of deception in the world."

It has been a long time since they spoke in such a tone, exaggerated verses, false affection, these things that once confuse people's hearts were broken a long time ago.Bringing it up again now is like whitewashing the peace.

My love swears he is sincere and I believe him even though I know he is lying.

His lies filled my heart with joy, and the passion of love disregarded the innocence of love.

Edward's tears fell to his knees.

This is the funeral of his love.

However, this is not the end.

"I made a mistake, and there will be no place for me in heaven. No one can redeem such a crime, and only your punishment can make me a little bit more stable."

He stroked Edward's cold instep and planted a light, wet kiss on it.

"Depend on me, whip me, command me, take my heart and love."

"Then love me."

"Keep loving me, using me, taking me."

"My heart, my love, my life."

His words were as sweet as a jeweled dagger, as a scented poison.A lamp in the night, a fire in the snow.It's love and lies.

Edward still didn't believe him.

He speaks eloquently, he is full of tricks, if his heart can be drawn out, it must be dirty, if his love is spoken, it must be fake.

But Edward wept and fell into his arms,

He was too cold, even if the fire was going to burn him to ashes, he couldn't care less.

Since love can cover up his misfortune, let love deceive him.

Note: This chapter uses Shakespeare's poems.