My brother is so fierce

The butler standing downstairs looked up at the room with the curtains drawn. He could vaguely see Master Meredith's neatly combed short brown hair. He also wore a gray-brown bow tie, his face was fair, and his green eyes covered by thick eyelashes looked docile. At this moment, he was watching the little girl sitting in another chair, listening to her whispering.

Her blond hair is just... so dazzling.But such brilliance did not conceal her rose-like delicate appearance at all. Maggie's pink lips opened and closed, and a beam of sunlight through the stained glass passed through her body. Ruby eyes made her look like an innocent and charming girl. Angel.

Maggie held the medicine in her hand, and most of her original vigilance turned into gratitude. She looked at Meredith innocently. He was painting just now. Little girl standing in the garden.

Maggie noticed that there was an oil portrait in the boy's room, which was placed in a transparent glass cabinet. Although the content of the oil painting could not be seen clearly, it could be seen that it was cherished.

She could only get a general idea, Meredith may have had experience talking with little girls, he could say an ordinary thing interestingly, and the expression on his face was extraordinarily vivid, which amused Ma Ji couldn't stop laughing.

There were two knocks on the door. Meredith, who was about to say something, looked up at the door. His voice returned to his usual indifference: "Come in."

Maggie also looked back. She had been here for a long time with the medicine in her hand. The door was opened by the butler. came back."

Hearing the earl's words, the expression on Meredith's face changed. He got off the chair and carried Maggie down and put her on the ground without regard to etiquette. "Has he come?"

The butler bowed his head: "Yes, master."

The conversation between them made Maggie realize that Vito and his son might not have a good relationship. She was just about to say that it was time to leave, but Meredith had already handed her over to the housekeeper. Maggie felt a light touch on the top of her head. Touched her hair, but left quickly.

"Take her out, through the back door."

In the next second, the housekeeper picked up Maggie and walked steadily towards the other direction of the corridor.

After a while, Count Vito knocked on his door with a cane in hand.

He seemed to have just come out of a banquet, and the smell of alcohol was still lingering on his body.Meredith turned his face to his father and gave his father a look, not intending to salute: "Father."

The man was not annoyed either, he glanced at his room trying to find traces of another person, but he couldn't find it after looking for a long time, so he asked directly: "I heard from the maid that you have a little girl here... ...why didn't I see anyone?"

Meredith lowered her eyes indifferently, as if she was staring at the book in her hand, but they both knew it was just a pretense of not wanting to look at each other.

"She read it wrong." The brunette boy turned a page of the book, unmoved, "Father, do you have anything else to do?"

Hearing his words as if he was challenging his majesty, the man suppressed his temper, but under the influence of alcohol, he unbearably smashed his cane on the floor: "Meredith!"

Compared to the middle-aged man who was about to explode, the teenager seemed calm and fearless.

He turned his head sideways, his eyes didn't seem to be looking at another father, they were more indifferent than strangers: "I'm listening, father."

"I hope you can recognize who you are," looking back at his young son with the same green eyes, Count Vito restrained his anger, and turned back into the arrogant and unreasonable Count Vito, "You Remember, those lowly commoners have nothing to do with you."

"Don't contact them again, do you hear me clearly?!"

Meredith didn't answer, just stared at the oil painting of a little girl running in the garden in the glass case.

Maggie, who was sent to the door by the butler, bowed and thanked her. Without the butler, she would not have gotten the painkiller so smoothly.

"Go back quickly," the housekeeper quickly glanced across her face and looked away, "Don't tell anyone about this."

Maggie hid the medicine in her pocket, nodded solemnly and ran back.

William came out from the corner. He looked at the closed door, then shifted his gaze to Maggie's back, and heeled up.

When Maggie brought the medicine to Louis, the matter could no longer be hidden.

She stood upright in front of them with winking eyes, William had no expression on his face, and Louis was also angry at her self-assessment, but when she thought that Maggie did such a thing for herself, she couldn't say a word of blame. .

His sensible sister, it's too late to pamper her, so how can he bear to talk about her.

Louis could tell that William was angry. When he was angry, he didn't say a word, just looked at Maggie quietly, and there were turbulent waves hidden under the seemingly calm water.

Maggie lowered her arms and looked at William from time to time. Although they were all red pupils, when William looked over, the pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, which made Maggie's heart tremble.

William was rarely angry, and she had never seen anything like this before.

Acting like a baby is useless. Even if she confesses to be lenient, it will take time to digest. She dare not speak too much, but looks at the good-tempered Louis beggingly for help, asking him for help.

"I think Maggie knew it was wrong..." Louis tried to ease the atmosphere between them, and as he expected, William gave a cold hum in response, then stood up and walked towards the door, "I'll go out for a while. "

Maggie and Louise looked at each other, but no one dared to speak.

William had been out for a long time this trip, and no one knew what he was doing. It was already very late, and Maggie, who was huddled under the quilt, slowly climbed out of bed. She got dressed and sat on the steps of the orphanage in the dark and waited. The moon didn't even come out tonight, and a dim street lamp was entangled by mosquitoes as if it had swallowed its light, and it looked a lot darker than usual.

Maggie is quite afraid of the dark, she was frightened by Bertha's mother last time, her heartbeat was fast, which was far more real than the forced calm on her face.

I don't know how long it took, but Maggie was about to fall asleep leaning against the wall, when she heard a sound of approaching footsteps.

Maggie forced herself to open her eyes and looked towards the source of the sound.

A figure stood in front of her, and Heiye hid his face, but the voice was too familiar: "Why are you sitting here?"

Recognizing William's voice, Maggie stood up from the steps all at once.

She opened her arms and wanted to hug him to act like a baby, but immediately thought that she had not been forgiven for what she had done wrong, so she stopped abruptly, scratched her cheek, and whispered back to him: "I'm waiting for brother."

Of course she didn't know William's psychological changes at this time. He watched the little girl peeking at his subtle movements from time to time, and pursed his lips. She always used this look to beg for forgiveness. He thought that he would not be easily overlooked by others. Emotions affected judgment, but now, he found that he was wrong.

If that person was Maggie, it would be difficult for him to punish her in a cold way, because in the end, the person who was punished might be himself.

In the end, he couldn't resist her stupid look with all her emotions written on her face, bent down and picked her up, and walked into the orphanage without saying a word.

Maggie helped him close the iron door, and finally looked at the expression on his face, hugged him cautiously, put her cheek against him, and said softly: "Brother, don't be angry, Maggie really did something wrong. ...don't ignore me."

William's lips twitched, and in the end he still felt that he shouldn't forgive her so quickly, so he didn't give her any response.

Maggie could feel the softening of his attitude, that is, relying on William's love for her, she kissed him on the cheek. Soft lips were printed on the boy's cheek, and she rubbed her cheek against his with a smile: "Brother It's the best!"

William patted her on the back, as if venting his last remaining anger: "It's time for you to sleep, Maggie."

"I want to sleep with my brother." She acted coquettishly, hugging him tightly and refusing to let go. The posture that seemed to be worried about being left behind made William give up his plan to drag her down, and he quietly returned to the room. In the room, the children around were already asleep, some were still snoring, some were talking in sleep, William found his own bed accurately in the dark, lifted the quilt and lay down with Maggie in his arms.

The little girl was arching in his arms like a piggy looking for the most comfortable position. William's clothes were messed up by her. When she tried to lift his shirt to pat his belly, the boy who let her mess up finally He stopped her movement, grabbed her hands and pressed them in his arms, "Sleep well."

Maggie pouted her buttocks, pressed against his chest and closed her eyes obediently.

She has been obediently following William for the past few days, or just behind Louis. Even with the painkiller, Louis knows that the medicine is hard to come by, so he resolutely refuses to take it if he can hold back the pain. In this way, the medicine is only taken once. , and never moved again.

Aurora went to the earl's house with her last time, and asked her to play some girls' games when she was free. Maggie was not very interested. Aurora invited her to go to the earl's house next time to continue helping, but Maggie of rejection.

She shook her head, William's anger was not so easy to dispel: "I won't go, Aurora."

Aurora flicked her whip, a little disappointed by Maggie's flinching: "Don't you like candy? I think it's quite delicious."

"It's not for this reason," Maggie gave her a comforting hug, "You can go with Bruno, he is a trustworthy friend."

"I don't play with him." Aurora muttered awkwardly. She looked at Maggie's dazzling blond hair. Louis braided her braids around her ears, and finally fixed them with small flower hairpins. She looked more beautiful than usual. Made it cute.

Olaura poked Maggie's soft cheek with her hand, sank her fingertips in and retracted it, and she smacked her mouth: "Maggie, you are more beautiful than Miss Vito's family..."

Maggie held her fingertips modestly, and asked curiously: "Miss Vito's family? Don't they only have one young master?"

"Of course not." Aurora bit her ear with Maggie as if sharing some terrible secret, "I saw her once a year ago, she was not in good health..."