"The Widow" Bertha

Mr. Rochester has hired a private eye!

——The news spread in Thornfield Manor, and the guests and servants breathed a sigh of relief.It turned out that it was not that Mr. Rochester did not cooperate with the magistrate, but that he invited helpers.

As for this helper...

Bertha was sitting at the dining table, facing Rochester with a gloomy face, which did not affect her good appetite at all.

It has to be said that the cooks at Thornfield Manor are pretty good.

The potatoes in the stew are quite rotten, and it melts in the mouth together with the lamb; the puff pastry is baked crispy and delicious, and it is served with fried thin bacon, which is Bertha's favorite salty taste.

The whole estate must have had a bad lunch, but Bertha didn't care.She has been locked in the attic since time travel, and it is rare to have a fresh hot meal. Anyone who doesn't hurry up and enjoy it is a fool.

Bertha slowly finished her first lunch after regaining her freedom, and before she had time to put down her fork, Rochester on the opposite side asked, "What the hell are you thinking?"

Well, if he can bear it until Bertha finishes eating, he can be considered patient.

She wiped the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief: "I didn't reveal my real identity to Jane Eyre."

Rochester's figure paused, no doubt what he cared most about.

Bertha: "At first, I wanted to just confess, but considering that you are in love with her anyway, I'd better respect your opinion."

But this did not ease the other party's anger. On the contrary, Bertha's indifferent gesture made Rochester even more angry.He reminded with a dark face: "Who gave you the courage to pretend to be a private detective?"

Only then did Bertha glance at Rochester.

She smiled mockingly: "Is it possible that I hide in the attic and wait to be caught? And Edward, haven't you found out that this murder is likely to be aimed at you?"

Rochester frowned: "What did you say?"

Bertha: "Think about it, why did the guest who stayed in the manor for the first night know that you hid a woman in the attic?"

Rochester: "..."

"As for me, you don't have to worry," Bertha said with a smile, "When I became 'Miss Marple' in front of everyone, I was no longer that mad woman in the attic."

This is why Bertha is not afraid that she will not be able to find out - the purpose of her high-profile appearance is not to detect the case at all, but to escape the shell and change her identity, okay?

"If you really can't find out, set the Thornfield Manor on fire according to the original plan, and then blame your crazy wife - anyway, the sheriff has already assumed that the murderer is the crazy woman you hid, so give it to him Such a murderer, you can also get out of marriage, and I am free, wouldn't everyone be happy?"

Of course, although Bertha has nothing to do with whether or not the murderer is tracked down, she will still do her best if given the chance.

After all, if it weren't for the murder, Bertha would have left Thornfield Manor very quickly.Whoever troubles her, she must take revenge and go back.

"so."

Thinking of this, Bertha was finally willing to raise her head and meet Rochester's eyes.

"You'd better hurry up and find a lawyer to draw up a contract," Bertha said bluntly, "in order not to set fire to it in a hurry, and turn your face and deny anyone again."

"You don't have to worry so much," Rochester said angrily, "I'm definitely not a person who doesn't keep his word."

If before that, Rochester still had some sympathy for Bertha's situation, now he has really recovered the state that he began to regret not long after getting married-he is really crazy to think that Bertha Mason beautiful!

As for Bertha, she did not care what Rochester thought of her.This marriage is full of all kinds of grievances and bad debts, it is better to end it early and cut off the relationship.

"I believe you have the backbone, but you still need a contract," Bertha said.

"I'll get a lawyer over here."

Rochester agrees with this point: "In terms of the details of returning the dowry, I can immediately return you five thousand pounds as the start-up capital for you to leave Thornfield Manor and find another place to settle. The remaining twenty-five thousand pounds, I will Pay it off in full within five years, and calculate interest according to bank standards during the arrears period, what do you think?"

Five thousand pounds, it seems that Rochester is richer than he imagined.

Five thousand pounds was not a small sum in Victorian times.Had Bertha been an unmarried girl, five thousand pounds would have made her the object of countless gentlemen.

Calculating carefully, Rochester's plan is reasonable, and there is no intention to deceive Bertha by virtue of her lack of experience.It has to be said that although the two of them have very different personalities, Edward Rochester, who is grumpy and serious by nature, is indeed an open-minded person.

"it is good."

Bertha accepted his proposal: "Wouldn't it be nice if we cooperated with each other?"

Only then did Rochester die down, and most of his anger dissipated.

In all fairness, Bertha Mason was a beauty.Even though she was imprisoned in the attic for ten years, even though she described it as hideous and insane a few months ago.But after ten years of inhuman life, she appeared in public again. She still looks a little haggard, but she is still so beautiful that people can't move their eyes.

But facing his wife with astonishing appearance, Rochester couldn't find any feeling of being tempted.

If ten years ago he would still be tempted by this skin, now he has been tortured by lies and madness for ten years, looking at the sane Bertha Mason, the only thing that comes to mind is the idea of ​​​​surviving a catastrophe. Suddenly.

Maybe she was right, Rochester couldn't help thinking, even if Bertha came to her senses, they couldn't be a model couple.It's better to find a way to separate completely, then they can all be freed from this nightmarish decade.

"What are your plans?" Rochester asked.

"It would be best if I could get a statement from the sheriff."

"..."

Rochester didn't speak, he gave Bertha a puzzled look.At any rate, they have been husband and wife, and she can understand what Rochester is thinking at a glance——can you understand?

The original Bertha Mason would definitely not understand.

Logically speaking, Bertha should proceed carefully in case Rochester sees that she is not his original wife.But today's Bertha is really too lazy to play tricks on Rochester, she smiled: "I don't understand, isn't there you? It's just to see who first released the rumors and put the murder suspicion on me, not so much Difficult thing, right?"

Hearing this, Rochester was relieved, and even his always stern expression eased a lot.

"Even if you are messing around, I am tied to the same boat as you now," he said with a gesture of concession, "If you find it difficult, I will solve it."

Tsk, Bertha had to admit that she was very upset when she saw Rochester's macho appearance.

But what can I do?Women in the Victorian period had no voting rights or political rights, let alone going to university to enjoy higher education. Bertha had to beat around the bush and feign death if she wanted to get a divorce.

Having no social status means that women in this era can only be men's vassals, a beautiful and decent plaything, and those who can escape are either from a wealthy family or a top genius, and they have to work a hundred times harder than men to escape birthday.

Under such circumstances, Edward Rochester was already very reasonable. At least he dared to cross class and appreciate Miss Jane Eyre's uniqueness without any contempt or frivolity. man of".

But this has nothing to do with Bertha.

"Then let me read the transcript of the statement first," she said, "and then you will introduce me to the guests. I want to see with my own eyes what the person who poured dirty water on me looks like."

So after lunch, Bertha, who finished reading the notes, happily sat in the living room of Thornfield Manor, accepting the curious attention of all the guests.

"Ladies and gentlemen."

Rochester said, "Please don't panic. When I was young, I traveled all over the world and traveled to many places. I happened to know such a private detective who is quite experienced in murder cases. I wrote to her the day Miss Ingram was killed, Now that she's here, Miss Marple will definitely find out who killed Miss Ingram."

"she?"

"A woman?"

"I've never heard of any women becoming private investigators."

"Edward, have you been deceived?"

Dozens of guests present were discussing, without even giving Rochester a chance to explain. Seeing the scene getting out of control, a low exclamation suddenly came from the corner of the living room: "Miss Marple?"

Dozens of eyes turned to the shadow behind the curtain.

The inconspicuous tutor, Miss Jane Eyre, was standing there, covering her pale face with shadows, so naturally she couldn't see her expression.

"That's the one," Jane Eyre's tone was embarrassing, but to others, it sounded more like surprise, "Is that the famous private detective Miss Marple?"

At this time, Mr. Rochester, who was standing behind Bertha, almost shot her back with his sight.

The corners of Bertha's lips curled up—it seems that Miss Jane Eyre was right when she said that she loved Shakespeare!Although her acting skills were a little rusty, she made it clear that she was enjoying it.

She lazily said the first sentence: "It doesn't matter if you doubt my ability."

The woman leaning on the sofa glanced playfully at the guests with different complexions with her dark golden eyes, and continued: "After reading the magistrate's statement, I also doubt you."

"—that is, at least half of the twenty-one present lied to the sheriff."

One sentence fell to the ground, and the audience was in an uproar.

Bertha tilted her head with interest. "Now, is it the most important thing whether I'm a detective or not, and whether I'm a woman?"

The author has something to say: Bertha: I am Miss Marple!

Rochester: Flick, keep flicking.

Jane Eyre: Wow, that is the famous detective Miss Marple!

Rochester: Are you here in a group?

#今天 Bertha got mad at her ex-husband?not yet. #

Bertha: Then I will make persistent efforts and clap my fists.jpg