Holder Manor Secret

"Where's William's letter?" As soon as Edward left, the Duchess asked impatiently.

"Who told you?" Vincent asked back.

"Why didn't you let me know?" the Duchess said fiercely, "I am his mother, and I have the right to know about him."

"Shut up!"

Vincent snapped, "It's because you are so outspoken that you were kicked out of London."

The Duchess wanted to argue, but Vincent's face darkened, and he took William's letter from the drawer and dropped it on the table.

"Take it, since you want to know so much." He said indifferently, "Maybe it's better not to know about some things."

The Duchess hurried forward to pick up the letter, deaf to her son's words.She happily read the fields on the letter, but soon, such joy disappeared from her face.

"Do not!!"

The Duchess let out a sharp cry. She pressed the letter paper to her chest, as if she couldn't bear it, she lost her strength and slowly knelt down on the ground.

Vincent watched coldly, not in a hurry to help.

"How could this be..." The Duchess's face was full of shock and disappointment, she muttered to herself, unwilling to believe what was written in the letter.He suddenly looked at Vincent again, "Is it you... Is it you!"

She thought she had found the reason, "Ha, it's you." The Duchess' eyes became vicious, "You live very comfortably in this country place...I mean why don't you play with women, the one just now, you How many times have you fucked him?...Ha..."

Vincent's veins bulged when he heard it, "What nonsense are you talking about? What about your self-cultivation?"

"I can't go back, so I don't care about self-cultivation!"

The Duchess yelled uncontrollably, her neatly combed hair became messy due to the violent action, reflecting her distorted facial features, like a drunken madwoman in the market.

Vincent rubbed his forehead, only feeling a headache.

When the duchess was a young girl, she became the mistress of the king, and the son she gave birth was taken away by the barren queen and had the right to be raised as a prince.Later, she married the Duke and still maintained a physical relationship with the king, so that when she was pregnant with Vincent, she couldn't tell whose child it was.

She has unique beauty, but she doesn't have the brains to match, and Vincent has to discipline her so that she doesn't cause any trouble.

"Please be quiet, you don't want the servants to hear."

He changed his tone into a tactful one.

Although the duchess said that she didn't care about self-cultivation, she still cared about face.She barely suppressed her emotions, stood up from the ground, and adjusted the curvature of the skirt.

Vincent looked at his mother's angry face, wishing to send her back to London and let William handle it by himself.Yet he cannot do that.William's letter asked them not to return to London. Although this was such an incredible thing for the Duchess, Vincent knew it well when he left London.

The king was seriously ill, and as the crown prince William, it was only a matter of time before he succeeded to the throne.Although the Duchess still dreams of becoming the most honorable woman in the country.But Vincent knew that they were stains that William must not put on the table, and they were destined to be left far away.

The king of a country cannot bear the name of an illegitimate child.

It was difficult to explain such an obvious thing to the Duchess.She lived a smooth life all her life, was favored by the king, married a rich duke, and even the queen was very polite to her.In London, she had free access to the palace, but not for William.She just went to enjoy the luxury of the palace and the flattery of the ladies.

In fact, William's affection for the queen was much deeper than his affection for his own mother.The queen had no interest in which woman's lap her husband slept in, and was only concerned with raising her children.She didn't even object to William's contact with Vincent, and brought snacks and black tea to the two boys.

Vincent rang the bell for brandy.

The Duchess drank the whole glass.

"Ma'am," Vincent said, but changed the subject, "Didn't you say you want new jewelry? You can choose any new jewelry from Paris."

"...It should have been so long ago." The Duchess paused and replied dignifiedly, "But London..."

"We'll discuss this later," said Vincent, "wouldn't you like to look at the jewelry now?"

The Duchess hesitated for a longer time, and returning to London was naturally more important than jewelry.However, for the matter of going back, William still needs to be begged carefully, and several letters must be written.In this way, the jewelry at the moment is more attractive.

"...Okay." She nodded slightly.

On the other side, Edward, who was fleeing in a hurry, ran into the Duke who had just returned to the castle.

"Oh, Mr. Brooke," the Duke was startled, and his steps stopped.He greeted Edward friendly, "Are you leaving?"

Edward felt deeply rude for his own recklessness, "I'm very sorry." His face flushed slightly, making him look younger than he actually was.

"Are you leaving now? The snowy road is slippery. I'll send someone to take you back," the Duke said.

His tone is still polite, but his attitude is thought-provoking.

Edward's heart trembled, he forced a smile and said, "Yes, I've been bothering you so much these days, it's time to say goodbye."

Although he hadn't thought about it before and let himself indulge in it, the duke's question made Edward realize that the indifferent duke didn't really welcome his stay.For various reasons, the Duke did not drive Edward away directly, but politely hinted that he should leave quickly.

Vincent would certainly not mention the matter between the two of them with his father, but the nobleman who has experienced the absurdity of the capital and married the king's mistress has a pair of observant eyes and a reticent mouth.

Edward left in a hurry, before he even had time to pack his things, he was sent to the carriage.The Duke said that he would send someone to send his belongings to Brook Manor.

Edward felt ashamed again.

"Thank you."

The horse's hoof was raised, the car door was closed, and Edward restrained his desire to poke his head out.He hesitated holding his hand, feeling the bewilderment of the road ahead and the nostalgia of the past, just like when he left home for the first time to study in Paris.

And this time, he didn't even come to say goodbye to his love.

Vincent sent his mother away and went to find Edward, only to learn that he had left.

"What's going on?" He no longer needed to hide his anger, and asked the servant sharply.

"Is it because you are not serving well? Mr. Brook is my best friend, how dare you neglect him and make him angry?!"

The manservant was only twenty years old, very young, he had never seen the heir who was always pleasant-looking angry, and couldn't help shaking with fright and being speechless.

"Oh, master." The butler hurried over, "You, get off!" He yelled at the bewildered male servant and walked away. ,

Vincent looked at him with a bad face.

"Young master, this is the master's order." The butler explained with trepidation, "You ordered Mr. Brook to be treated as a distinguished guest, how dare we neglect it."

"My father is back?" Vincent raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

"Yes, the master personally ordered us to prepare the carriage and take Mr. Brook back."

Vincent's face became ugly.

"Okay, I see." He hastily dismissed the butler, then suddenly stopped him, "Where is he?"

"The master is in the small living room on the second floor."

Vincent turned around to go upstairs, but then walked slowly.His father was not as easy to coax as his mother. The Duke, because he married the king's mistress, became the king's confidant. While mastering the secrets of the royal family, he enjoyed wealth and honor.But he doesn't seem to care about these things, and spends a lot of time and energy on his son, teaching him seriously and accompanying him.Therefore, the relationship between their father and son was deep, and Vincent didn't want to yell at his father easily.

What's more, before, the Duke had always turned a blind eye to the matter of Vincent and Edward, but now it suddenly happened, there must be a reason.

Vincent rubbed his forehead.

Things happened one after another, making it difficult to breathe.The turbulent waves swept towards him, rushing him to an unknown direction.