Withered

Nosley said in a low voice: "I don't want her to leave. Listen, her departure this time is not to get married, but to leave this world. I may never see her again."

Knowsley rolled over suddenly and sat on top of Morton, which they did a lot, so he didn't see anything wrong with it, and he lowered his head and cupped Morton's face so he could be in Morton's eyes Seeing himself, he asked in a low voice: "You have a way to keep Bessie alive, don't you?"

Morton shook his head, he gently stroked Nosley's face, and said, "No, Nosley, I may have let you down, there is nothing I can do."

"Why didn't you? You are a vampire." Nosley admitted that he was very selfish at this moment. He hoped that Morton would use his ability to help Bessie. He acted like a baby in a low voice and said, "Morton, I It's going to hurt so much that Bessie is gone, but I can't just let her die because you can."

Knowsley is so sure because he still remembers the rose that had revived signs of life in Morton's hands many years ago.

Morton straightened up suddenly, kissed Nosley's lips, and the two kissed skillfully. At this time, Nosley would always be immersed in this unstoppable desire/desire, because this is Morton's old man. It's a trick. If there is an argument between them, Morton will choose to kiss. Even if this is not a good way to solve the problem, at least Nosley will always be tricked. It is a pity that Nosley will react rarely. As it was now, he pushed Morton away with tenacious perseverance, and he was a little annoyed.

"That's enough Morton, I'm going to sleep in another room today." Nosley got off the bed, opened the door angrily, and went to another room.

Morton lay on the bed, sighing.

At night, Northley had a dream about Bessie's wedding day many years ago. She looked very beautiful in a goose-yellow dress, with all her chestnut hair tied up on her head. Blessings from others, before boarding Cullens' carriage, he held Nosri's hand, with gratification and reluctance in his eyes, and said, "Nosri, I am very glad that you are about to become an adult."

When he woke up, he had a bad premonition in his heart. He pushed open the window, and a frightened bird flew away from the window flapping its wings.Today is a cloudy day, and it has been a long time since I saw the warm sun.He looked out of the window, and there was a carriage parked on the rose flower path outside the mansion. A man was sitting in the carriage, his whole body was tightly wrapped, and the brim of his hat was pulled down. He noticed Nosley's gaze, and he He drove the carriage away.

"Who is he?" Northley asked, wearing a bow tie. He was now slender and looked comfortable in any clothes, if one ignored his still-bad face.

"A servant who came to visit." Morton just said that. He helped Nosley smooth out the wrinkles on his collar, and then said, "Nosri, apologize to your father when you go back."

Nosley asked indifferently, "Why?"

"Because God might exist and just doesn't hear your prayer right now," Morton said.

Knowsley looked at Morton in surprise. He touched Morton's cheek carefully to make sure he didn't have a fever, and then said, "Aren't you sick? You said that God might exist? You, a vampire, said so ? Oh, Morton, don't you joke with me."

Morton accompanied him in a carriage to the streets near Brown's house before returning to Hadfield Manor. The old butler poured him a glass of fresh blood and said, "Master, Botnar brought you this." He opened a box, which contained a beautiful round cup with a glass lid squarely on it.

Botnar was the odd man Northley saw.

"What did he say?" Morton asked, narrowing his eyes.

"He said to give it to Master Nosley." The old butler replied.

Morton picked up the cup, and it instantly turned into powder in his hand, and fell from between his fingers onto the carpet. He looked unhappy and said, "Excuse me, I know what he's thinking about."

The old butler asked the servants to come and clean up the things on the ground, and then asked cautiously, "Why did the master say that to the young master?"

At that time, the old butler took the servants to deliver the prepared breakfast to the room, so after hearing this conversation, he knew that a qualified butler should not ask such a question, it was too rude, but he had to ask again, because A vampire does not believe in God, and he is obliged to give good advice to his master.

"Maybe I want him to know that his God is me," Morton said, looking out the window.

As long as Northley thought, Morton could do countless things for him, but it was impossible to save Bessie's life, because it might bring endless troubles to Northley.

When Northley came home, Mr. Brown was not there. Mrs. Brown asked anxiously, "Where have you been? Your father locked the door last night, and I didn't hear your knock until morning."

"I spent the night at my brother-in-law's," Nosley said.When he walked up the stairs, he heard Lina crying: "Mom can't get my dowry together. Do you remember Mr. Reed who came to the house last time? We were already in love, but we were forced by our family. In such a situation, he can only leave, oh my god, my life is miserable!"

"It's only my fault that Dad took all the money to the church." Leah also rarely showed sadness.

Lina said angrily: "And that Bessie, five years ago, I was supposed to marry Mr. Majorson first, but because Cullens appeared, so my mother gave her the dowry that was going to be given to me first. For several years, Mr. Majorson has been with other women. Now she has a damned incurable disease. Our family is so poor, and we still pay the Cullens family for medical expenses. It is a relief that she died early... Oh my god! I was scared to death, Nosley, why are you here!"

Nosri stared at Lina with a gloomy face, and said, "Eldest sister will not die."

"You are not a child now." Lina said, "Don't listen to what can cure her disease, it's just a white lie, she's only a little short of time!"

Nosley walked into his room and closed the door with a bang. He lay on the bed. After a while, he felt stuffy. When he opened the window, he saw a carriage parked downstairs. That strange man at Durfield Park.

He went into Brown's house, calling himself Botnar Olim, a doctor from the county who had come to visit because he had heard of a rare case.