Noble Villa [Whistling]

A person's gloomy, painful, unacceptable.One day you'll meet someone who makes all your mistakes seem right as you share them.

Edgar regained his health in a short period of time, and his usually pale face was replenished with blood, making him appear full of vitality.Hill vaguely felt a little strange, but he didn't intend to delve into it.No matter what Edgar did, as long as he did not touch the law and the family, he was still Linton's only heir.

Mary took Elizabeth to London, and Mr. Linton would return soon.Elizabeth has grown up and it's time to start preparing for her bar mitzvah and social season.

Mary once had a brilliant and grand social base, and within a few years she was a hot new star.That was probably the best time of Mary. Of course, the only regret is that her lover is too reserved, but no one knows better than her how much benefit a good beginning can bring to the future.

Of course, all of this requires a huge amount of money to support.The ancient customs of the nobility have long since faded away, and when people look at an unmarried noble girl, they pay more attention to her dowry.

Marie's father had been so disappointed in his only son that he would do anything to push his daughter into the social arena.Her dowry back then was an astronomical sum, completely comparable to that of a princess of a kingdom.In fact, there may be more. The kingdom has been in decline in recent years. After the French Revolution, the fate of the royal family is also unknown.

Mary has always placed high hopes on Isabella. She is already a big girl, slim and pure, like snow falling on the top of a church tower.But on the question of dowry, Mary and Mr. Linton had a long dispute.

As far as Mary is concerned, she certainly hopes to rekindle London, which has been silent for a long time, so that her daughter can get the same supreme glory as herself.But Mr. Linton pays more attention to practicality, and as the owner of Thrushcross, he cannot accept the act of a daughter emptying out the entire Thrushcross Grange.

"God! She is your daughter." Mary couldn't believe it. Linton had always abided by the gentleman's terms and controlled his temper, but now he had conflicts with his wife because of his own daughter.

"Of course I know this. I swear to love Isabella. You are my last hope in life. I can even fight for her, and bring Edgar with me if necessary." Mr. Linton tried his best to prove own feelings, but still refused to make too much concessions.

"Isabella is a very good child, she doesn't need your blood at all." Mary waved her hands impatiently, "Don't go around the topic, the key is how much gold you are willing to give for your daughter."

"I think I have given out enough, which has exceeded the average level of high-ranking nobles." Linton looked at the figures on the ledger, and said righteously, "Don't be too unreasonable, Mary. You know that in terms of money I'm not being stingy, but not all fathers can afford such an expensive price."

"That's what my father did, and you accept it without too much guilt." Mary sneered.

"I know, I still remember what happened back then. But Mary, don't you think our daughter should find someone who loves her, not someone who just loves money?" Linton sighed helplessly.

"If I can buy the best husband and the perfect family with money, I think my daughter can too," Mary said. "I'm not wishful thinking, I know what I'm doing."

Linton didn't respond, and Mary stopped, taking a sip of her coffee.

"Linton, in this world, women are always in a disadvantaged position. Only money can give them enough protection, especially our Isabella, that little angel."

"But we have more than one daughter, Mary. My situation is different from that of my father-in-law. Edgar is also a very good child. It's not fair for us to do this." Mr. Linton was very irritable, and he flexibly turned his pen in his hand. "If it goes according to your expectations, I will sign this. What consequences have you thought about?"