[HP] Once Upon a Time in England

-1985-

When she heard that a woman wanted to see her, she frowned.

White Castle would often be replaced with some fresh blood, but those women were always brought to the Rozier Manor and then screened by Cornelia herself, and it was the first case to come to the door.

When she saw someone coming, she was thankful that the mask covered her face—most of the woman's face was covered with cumbersome tattoos, like a natural mask.In fact, it is not scary, and even has a bit of weird beauty, but it is really scary at first glance.

"You don't know me?" Seeing that she hadn't spoken for a long time, the woman took the initiative to say, "Mrs. Parkinson, please stay safe."

Her voice was hoarse and not pleasant.She looked at the other person's face carefully, and finally managed to dig out a name deep in her memory: "Vera."

"When our old friend met, our situation turned upside down." Vera sighed, but there was no regret on her face.

Didn't she get married a long time ago, why is she here now?

"I'm divorced." After being invited into the reception room, Vera unceremoniously begged for a glass of wine. "The purpose of coming here is to find a place to live, and to humiliate my ex-husband."

If she remembered correctly, Vera should have gotten her wish and married Greengrass, but she didn't remember hearing about her divorce.

"How could it be publicized? He kicked me out of the house, and then secretly married that woman back home. I had no choice but to do some dirty things—anytime, as long as it's a woman, take off your clothes, there will always be someone I’m willing to pay for it. I don’t care how much you pay, as long as you can live.” When Vera spoke, she no longer had the pretentious elegance of her early years. On the contrary, she even became a little vulgar, “How did I find this place… It's a long story, but it happened by chance anyway. I don't have any means of earning a living, and no one is willing to support me. It's better to be a high-class prostitute than a vulture on the street, and I can take the opportunity to embarrass him..."

"You want to appear here as the former Mrs. Greengrass?" She could barely understand the other party's anger, "Are you sure?"

"Of course." Vera seemed to see her doubts, "Don't look at my ugly voice and hideous appearance, but as long as it is what they want to play, there is nothing I dare not do."

"Vera," she used to hate the other party, but now she feels a little pitiful, "You don't have other choices."

"You don't need to persuade me, I have already given up on myself. I can make money with one leg, and I am satisfied with it." Vera's eyes were very empty, "I used the source of life to plan to marry him, and then I tasted the bitter fruit. Now I It’s okay to go back to this plan... from the beginning to the end.”

"Your daughter—"

"There is such a stepmother, maybe she will meet me here in the future." Vera giggled hoarsely, and looked at her again with a smile, "You are lucky. Someone has you under their wing."

She was too lazy to argue with Vera: "Cornelia knew you were coming?"

"Of course. Otherwise, how could I come in?" Vera poured herself another glass of wine instead of the guest, "Then please make arrangements."

Vera made a stunning appearance in the White Castle under the name of "Lady Greengrass", and soon became the target of the distinguished guests.She was really open to comers as promised and had a lot of fun.Although her appearance and voice are not outstanding, but she has her own way to win the guests, so both sides are happy.

Until she received word that Vera had contracted an incurable disease.

"Is it serious?" She was surprised, "Didn't she be fine two days ago?"

"It's almost gone." The person who came to report to her was also a new girl, and her tone of voice was filled with sadness.

"I'll go and have a look." After all, it was someone I knew. Although the relationship was not good at all, it was difficult to stand by and watch.

Vera was lying on the hospital bed, dying.The girl who led the way for her motioned her to stand at the end of the bed, then lifted the quilt, and Vera's robe under the quilt was rolled up, revealing her lower body without any cover.

"Who made her like this?" She was shocked.People in White Castle came and went, and it was inevitable that there would be some eccentric guests, but under the tacit understanding, no one would go too far.

"Just those people." The girl touched the wound on Vera's lower body with a towel dipped in spirits, her leg twitched, and she cried out in pain in her dream.

"How is it possible?" She didn't believe it.Every girl in White Castle is precious, and if any guest dares to make a girl like this, Cornelia will not let him go easily.

"They give money—" the girl's words stopped abruptly, her face showing the horror of imminent disaster.

She instantly understood what was going on behind the scenes: "Is she making deals with them again in private?"

Ai Ai, the girl, refused to say any more.

She understood immediately.The cause of Vera's life hanging by a thread may be that those wounds are infected and inflamed, or it may be some invisible disease.But the reason is not important, Cornelia will not waste a penny on those unfortunate women who contract the disease, their only end is death.

After sending the girl away, she personally wiped Vera's flushed cheeks with an ice towel, and then went down and accidentally touched her neck. Vera snorted in pain and raised her hand subconsciously block.

"let me see."

"Not much to see."

Vera woke up in a daze, clutching her neckline tightly, which made her suspicious.After gently pulling away Vera's weak hands, she saw that her neck was covered with criss-cross scars, and the scorched flesh was inflamed, infected, and rotten, emitting a strong stench, as if she was To accuse someone of atrocities.

"It's them again?" She was about to get angry, "Why did you make yourself like this for some money?"

"It's not them." Vera snorted, "It's Greengrass. I didn't want a divorce, but when he got angry, he pushed me into the burning fireplace. The wound never healed, so I usually wear the collar or silk scarves to cover..."

She was shocked and horrified: "How dare he treat you like this?"

"He has nothing to worry about." Vera looked at her and gave a creepy smile, "At the beginning Rozier helped me connect, but he told him behind his back that as long as he and I had a child, she would no longer interfere. It's about me and him."

"Because the source of life plan she wants has been completed." A child is a result, enough to hand over to the Dark Lord.

"Yes." Vera's gaze was locked on the ceiling, and she gradually became sad, "Daphne...is she okay?"

"Not bad." The distance between the mother and daughter is only a few floors, but it is already out of reach.

"With me as a burden, Greengrass probably won't care about her life." Vera sneered, "Do you know—Rozier has been trying to persuade the Dark Lord to give her something, but the Dark Lord has never agreed."

"Ok?"

"She sent little Barty to blackmail Greengrass for help, but listening to their conversation, it seems that there is no room for change." Vera carefully observed her expression, "It seems that the Dark Lord gave Bellatrix something like this. Si, so Rozier's heart is hard to calm down."

She frowned: "Why are you telling me this?"

"I'm just telling you, maybe you're interested. After all, even Rozier couldn't figure out what the Dark Lord gave Bellatrix. When Barty Jr. and Greengrass talked about it, they both Use 'that thing' instead." Vera finished speaking in one breath, panting weakly for a while, "Can you help me with something?"

"Is this an exchange for the story you told me just now?" she asked back.Vera pulled the corner of her mouth: "You have always been smarter than you look. It was my fault for bullying you in the past. Now that I have fallen to this point, I am very grateful that you didn't laugh at me."

"Just a matter of fact. What do you want me to do for you?"

After struggling for a while, Vera took out a small money bag from the pillow: "Give it to Daphne, okay?"

She didn't open it, and shook it a bit, and there was a crisp sound of coins colliding inside.She understood at once why Vera wanted to do business with her guests in private.

"Not much, it's just a little thought." Vera said still indifferently, "I don't know if she will dislike the source of this money..."