My brother is so fierce

"Master Meredith, where are you going to take her?"

is the housekeeper.

Maggie remembered that he locked himself in the basement without giving her any reason, which only made her think that his usual kindness was fake.

Maggie, who couldn't open her eyes, clung tightly to Meredith's arms. She grabbed the boy's shirt and wrinkled it with force. The look of dependence made the boy hum, as if she was happy. , The arrogance in the tone is not concealed at all: "I need to report my whereabouts to you?"

When Maggie heard this, she immediately became less nervous.

"Of course not." The butler's voice didn't fluctuate. It took him a while to get out of the way, "If you need my help, you can let me come."

Meredith uttered two words coldly: "Go away."

Maggie relaxed her strength, and wanted to say something about this person locking her up, but because of the embarrassment of her status, she didn't open her mouth and kept her mouth tightly shut. She could feel Meredith hugging her and walking away. Entering the cool hall, a maid saluted him and called out "Master Meredith" neatly, but all he got was a perfunctory hum from the boy.

Not expecting to be rescued so quickly, Meredith took her back to the room, settled her in an upholstered chair, and locked the door.

It was much darker in the room, she tried to open her eyes, although it still hurt a little, but it was much better than just outside.

The decoration in his room was still the same as the last time I saw it, but she? Standing next to the table, happened to see the oil painting that had been placed in the glass cabinet on the table at some time.

It's a little girl with green eyes and blond hair.

Meredith stretched out her hand on the table and picked up the oil painting. Maggie raised her face to look at it, and held back her question. Who is that? She said thank you in a soft voice.

She didn't ask, but Meredith took the initiative to introduce the oil painting to her.

"This is my sister," said the person on the oil painting, who looked about the same age as Maggie, with an innocent smile on her apple-like face, and she looked somewhat similar to Meredith. Maggie didn't know what he meant, But he still complimented politely, "She? She looks beautiful."

"I think so too." He replied with satisfaction, and put the oil painting back into the glass cabinet like a baby.

Maggie got down from the chair. She had just been liberated, and her heart had already flown to William and Louise. She couldn't wait to go back, and bowed to him to thank him: "My brother didn't see me, I must be very worried , I will go back first, and come back later to thank you..."

The other party didn't answer. Maggie's heartbeat was inexplicable. She looked up at the brunette boy, who was looking down at her with indifferent eyes, "You want to go back?"

Maggie swallowed, touched the chair behind her with her fingers and hummed softly.

"They? Still waiting for me..."

Meredith walked towards her. Although he walked slowly, he approached very oppressively. His voice was full of displeasure: "Why do you want to go back? Is it not good here?"

Maggie was too scared to speak by his words.

He didn't seem to see the fear in Maggie's eyes, he raised his hand to stroke her blond hair, leaned over to sniff it with pity, and whispered to Maggie's ear: "I think you should start now. Take a shower."

Maggie has no right to refuse. His room has a separate bathroom, but it is a little smaller than his room.Maggie stood beside the hot water for a long time without moving.

Meredith stood aside to test the temperature of the water for her. He rolled up his sleeves. When his arm, which didn't look strong, pulled Maggie's hand lightly, it was extraordinarily strong.

"Want me to help you take it off?"

Maggie slowly took off her sweaty dress. She was covered with a lot of dust and smoke when fighting the fire. Meredith got up and walked out. The door was left open. Maggie Hearing the sound of footsteps going away, she quickly looked back to see if he had left, because there was a small window in the bathroom, which was tightly closed at this time, she walked over quickly and tried to push it away, but after a long time of pushing Not moving at all.

Behind him came the sound of his coming back, and Maggie immediately walked back to the position where she was standing just now, and pulled down the skirt that had been unbuttoned. The child's body was very tender, and she forcibly took off the skirt Leaving a red mark on her back, Meredith hung the dress she had kept for a long time on the hanger beside her, and watched her obediently wash her body, and finally soaked in the bathtub and curled up into a ball.

Maggie's shoulders shrugged in fear as Meredith walked slowly over.

She completely submerged herself in the water, and the white bubbles covered her body from the neck down, revealing only the baby's fat cheeks wetted by hot water, the wet eyelashes drooping, covering the beautiful pupils, the heat? Flushing their cheeks, Meredith squinted at their blond hair.

The slender fingers that used to play music on the piano keys are now on Maggie's wet hair, and he doesn't speak. He rubs out the foam of shampoo with his palms and applies it on her hair. The movement washes her hair little by little. She is much more obedient than Bertha, she won't struggle or cry, and won't scratch his arm with bloodstains.

Very well, Meredith is very satisfied.

He scooped clean hot water from a cup to wash her hair. It was so meticulous that even Maggie's ear pinna was gently rubbed. Maggie suppressed her desire to hide, so as not to anger him. , Cooperate with him as much as possible.

What pleased Meredith most was that Minian's clothes fit Maggie well.

Even the dazzling blond hair was almost the same as Minian's, as if a second Minian had reappeared in front of him.

Maggie saw the green-eyed boy in the mirror holding her hair and looking at it obsessively. She remembered seeing the young lady's blond hair in the oil painting, and made a bold guess.

Meredith took another hair clip from his pocket and pinned it carefully in Maggie's hair.

"Why didn't you wear the hair card that the housekeeper gave you earlier?" He said to himself, throwing the dragonfly hair card that he took off from her hair just in the shower into the trash can, his eyes wide open. Because of disgust, "No one picks up this kind of stuff when it's thrown on the street."

Maggie ran into the trash can without saying a word, Meredith frowned unhappily, and bent over to pull her, but Maggie held the trash can and rummaged for a while, Can't move at all.

Seeing her disobedience, Meredith let go of her hand angrily, stared at her coldly, turned over the debit card, went to the bathroom to clean it, and put it on her hair again.

Her silent defiance made Meredith take a good-hearted step back.

His original intention was not to make Maggie resist completely like Bertha. With the lessons learned from the past, he chose to forgive Maggie, who had the same hair color as Minian, and then locked her in his own in the locked room.

The butler stood downstairs like an old tree that had experienced wind and rain. He heard footsteps approaching, until the toe of the boy's shiny leather shoes appeared in his field of vision.

"You lied to me, Douglas." Meredith's voice was a little gritted, "I asked you to bring her back to me, and the result? How?"

"You told me she? Missed, and ended up being locked up in the basement by you!"

The butler kept his listening posture unchanged, and when Meredith finished speaking, he replied without any abnormality: "Master, I didn't lie to you."

Meredith kicked him. "Still thinking? Lie to me!"

Douglas was very calm: "She? I didn't lock it, master."

The brown-haired boy kicked him again, maybe out of frustration, he kicked him three times in a row before he let out a sigh of relief.

"Don't get in my way, Douglas," he warned finally. "Even father can't stop me, you know that!"

"The Earl is very concerned about you, sir."

"Caring about me..." He seemed to be amused by this sentence, and there was no warmth in his eyes, "If he cared about me, he wouldn't feed Minian in front of me under my begging. poison!"

"She? It's just a disease, an incurable disease..."

The maid in the hall suddenly heard the secret of Vito's house. She wished she was deaf, so she covered her ears and ran away.

The butler raised his eyes and glanced at the direction where the maid left. He took off his white gloves, and his tone became a little serious: "Master, you shouldn't be talking nonsense here. Miss Minian died of illness. There is no reason for that." Regarding the honor of the Vito family, you cannot slander the commissioned earl."

"Whatever? What do you say," Meredith sneered, as if he didn't care about the face of Vito's family. "Minian's birthday? It's coming soon, you guys? Better not get in my way."

The housekeeper didn't speak, he waited for the boy to leave, took out the key from his pocket and went upstairs to unlock it, but no matter which key it was, Meredith had already secretly changed his door key, And... the window can only be pushed open a little bit, and there is no escape at all.

He went downstairs, walked to the back kitchen, and found the maid who had just overheard their conversation. He did not know how to silence the maid.

#…

William put the medicine he bought in the lunch box. He is very familiar with the common people on the street, or his knowledge has gained him a lot of popularity. At least they have shown enough trust in William, so why? Let William easily succeed.

He didn't believe that Maggie would fall into the water. After all, the pier was quite a distance from the orphanage. If it was that person who threw her, he wouldn't have intentionally left such obvious marks on her shoes.

Then there is another conjecture? She is still at Count Vito's house.

Almost two days had passed, and William inquired about the servants at Earl Vito's house, and finally settled on a young man who worked in the stables, who was about his age and was not well known by the master.

Out of good intentions, he proposed to the boy who had drugged him to help the Earl Vito’s house. Of course, he was not suspected. The boy squatting in the toilet was very grateful and told him the precautions at the Earl’s house, as well as the work content, and finally? He also gave William a day's salary, but he refused.

He doesn't need money, he just needs to find Maggie.

Louis stayed at the teenager's house to take care of him, because his parents were out of work, and his sister was not at home, just watching him.

William put on the boy's clothes. In order not to be noticed, he also put on a black hat to cover his hair. His pupils couldn't be hidden, so he avoided contact with others.

When he came to the stable, he heard the cook and the maids talking.

"Miss Minian has been dead for so many years, and the young master is still celebrating her birthday?"

"The count won't let us? Miss Miss, and the outside world doesn't know about her? You're a fool..."