Noble Villa [Whistling]

Isabella was crying, she was really scared.If anything happened to my brother, it should be her fault.Edgar knew very well that the sound was definitely made by someone intentionally. He counted the days, yes, it was Catherine and Heathcliff.

Edgar was a little confused. Many things have changed since he was reborn.He thought that Catherine would never appear in his world like last time in this life, but he didn't expect them to come anyway.It seems that some things can't be avoided no matter how they are avoided.It's over, Edgar thought, this is a worse start than the last life.With Heathcliff's hatred for him, such good material will never be let go.

Catherine and Heathcliff came down from the ledge, thinking it better to slip away, as someone was pulling the latch.Heathcliff took Katie by the hand, and dragged her along, when suddenly she fell.

"Run, Heathcliff, run," whispered Catherine. "They let go of the bulldog and he's got me!"

The devil had bit Catherine's ankle, and Heathcliff heard its nasty twang.Catherine did not cry out—no!Even if she pokes on the horns of a mad cow, she won't bark.But Heathcliff yelled, and uttered a curse that would have killed any devil in Christ's kingdom.He picked up a stone, put it in its mouth, and tried with all his strength to drive it down its throat.

A servant came with a lantern, and cried, "Grip, Fox!" But when he saw the Fox's prey, he changed his voice.The dog was strangled, its big purple tongue was half a foot long hanging from its mouth, and bloody saliva flowed from its drooping mouth.

Robert picked up Catherine.She passed out, not from fear, but from pain.He carried her inside.Heathcliff followed, muttering curses and revenge.

"What's the catch, Robert?" cried Mr. Linton from the gate.Edgar knew who it was, but he said nothing.

"Sir, the fox has got a little girl," replied Robert, "and here's a boy," he said, seizing Heathcliff, "and he looks like an expert! window, when everybody's asleep, and open the door and let the gang in, so they can take us down in peace. Shut up, you dirty-mouthed thief, you! You're going to hang for this."

"Enough." Edgar suddenly fired a gun into the sky.Everyone was stunned and stopped in place for a while.

Edgar was very confused, he knew he couldn't do this, but at this moment he couldn't restrain his panic and hatred at all.He looked at the stubborn child, his eyes were red, burning with hatred.Get rid of him, deep down, Edgar advised himself.Look, what a weak life, a dog can bite off his throat casually.I still have a gun, as long as I shoot it, this kid will explode and die.

Isabella mumbled, "Dreadful thing! Put him in the cellar, papa. He's like the fortune teller's son who stole my tame pheasant. Isn't that him, Ed Plus?" She tugged on Edgar's sleeve, trying to calm her brother down.

Edgar didn't care about his sister's dissuasion, he was so moved by his idea that he was about to get excited.Yes, get rid of him, as long as he is dead, nothing will happen afterwards.Isabella can find a man of noble status to be her husband, and she no longer has to worry about someone's revenge.

Edgar's mind calculated more and more clearly that his father was a judge and he was a gentleman.The Linton family has a very high reputation in the local area, and no one would suspect that he killed someone intentionally.And this Heathcliff, an orphan from abroad, Hindley hated him so much that he would not stand up for him.It's quite easy to explain, there are many witnesses present, as long as he is charged with offending the nobles, it is enough to make him die without a burial.

But this is not right, that's all, moral constraints.It made it difficult for Edgar to raise his hand and complete his second shot.But he slowly raised his arms, and the defense line in his heart was about to be breached.It will be fine soon, and all the sins will be borne by me.Edgar said to himself cruelly.

The author has something to say:

This is a chapter I wrote in conjunction with the original book

After all, it is a fan, no matter how much you write, you should not go too far

I won't admit it's because I'm lazy