When Isis first met Lydia, Mary dropped the binoculars in her hand, lifted her skirt and went downstairs quickly.Mrs. Reynolds heard a rush of footsteps, and when she went to the living room to check, she only saw her back quickly going away.

Darcy ran sullenly into the bedroom looking for the pistol.Very annoyed at Mary's treacherous behavior.She should learn to rely on her husband as soon as possible!He thought viciously.

Lydia struggled weakly, her face was full of tears, her neckline was pulled below her chest, revealing her lace bodice and half rounded shoulders.Isis's eyes were green. He had never seen such a good thing, licking and biting on Lydia's neck, ignoring his crying son.

Sticky saliva and slight tingling, the man's continuous spout of alcohol and strong bad breath.Lydia was so sick that she was about to throw up, the despair in her heart made her give up struggling and wait for the coming disaster.

The man's head suddenly left her neck and hit the door next to her. Then he let out a scream and collapsed on the ground.Lydia opened her eyes wide in horror, and found that her sister was pulling the man's hair and hitting his head hard on the ground again. The muffled sound made the scalp numb.

"Ma, Mary?" She thought she was hallucinating.

"It's all right, honey!" Mary stepped forward to hug her and help her tidy up her messy clothes.

Falling into a warm and familiar embrace, Lydia finally knew that she was not dreaming.All the grievances and fears poured out like a flood that broke the embankment. She hugged Baby in one arm and her sister's waist in the other, crying like a helpless child.At this moment, she felt at ease like never before.

"Please don't move around, sir." A deep male voice interrupted Lydia's crying.The two sisters looked back and found that Isis was attacking them, but Darcy, who arrived in time, held his head with a pistol.

"Miss Mary, I now believe that you have the ability to protect yourself, but I beg you not to get carried away because of this, okay? If you want to hug or cry, please save it until after you are out of danger!" His tone was so gloomy that he could even be called exasperated.

"I'm sorry, honey!" Mary put her hands together in a begging gesture.

Darcy's rising anger was easily extinguished by just saying 'my dear'.It was so sweet to spit out such intimate words from Mary's mouth. Every morning after that, when she woke up in his arms, she would call him like this and give him an even sweeter good morning kiss.

Darcy interrupted his untimely imagination, gave Mary a stern look, handed her the pistol, and ran into the house to rescue Mrs. Isis.

Mary took the pistol, hammered Isis on the temple with the butt, and kicked him at the root of his crime.Isis clutched his crotch, rolled on the ground in pain, and his miserable howling echoed in the sky of Putin Lane, which lasted for a long time.

Lydia was dumbfounded, and the fear and despair in her heart were all transformed into joy and admiration for Mary.

Darcy looked back, and found that Mary was just taking the time to straighten her slightly messy hair, met his gaze, lifted up her skirt and performed an elegant court etiquette, as if it wasn't him who made the brutal act before.

Darcy's deep eyes showed a trace of helplessness and pampering, and he turned around and continued to kick the door.

Mrs. Reynolds had already run out of Putin Lane, and had enlisted the help of a coachman who lived in a nearby hotel.When they arrived, the criminals had already been restrained and tied together with hemp rope, waiting to be handed over to the police early tomorrow morning.Mrs. Isis hugged Baby and wept and kissed.This is not the first time she has been betrayed by her husband, and she never thought that someone would come to rescue her.

Listening to her talk about the miserable life after marriage, Lydia snuggled into her sister's arms, feeling a sense of sadness in her heart, feeling her sister's arms hug her even tighter, and then she silently thanked God for her care.She has the best family in the world.

"Miss Lydia, we finally found you, hurry back with us." Mrs. Reynolds put a thin blanket on Lydia's shoulders, pretending to be surprised that she had just found her.

"Okay, I want to go home right away." Lydia wrapped the blanket tightly and looked at Mary with dependent eyes. "Mrs. Isis is taking care of me these days, and Baby is still sick..."

"Don't worry, as long as you are willing to go back with us, I will help them get a doctor tomorrow." Mary promised gently.

Mrs. Isis was overjoyed and kept bowing to them.

"You can go, the carriage is parked at the entrance of the alley." Darcy said flatly.He had thought about ending Lydia's affairs as soon as possible, but now he felt a tightness in his chest.It meant that he would be separated from Mary again, and he had absolutely no reason to be happy.

The coachman took care of the two thugs and turned back to pick up his master.All the people involved in the incident, including the Gardners, made a statement, pretending to be surprised that they had just found Lydia.

Lydia thanked the coachman for his comfort, got into the car and sat down next to Mary, holding her arm still uneasy.Mrs. Reynolds used the excuse of 'taking care of Mrs. Isis' to stay and deal with the aftermath. She had to ask someone to move the things back overnight and return the rent.

"Honey, you've lost weight." Mary stroked Lydia's pale cheeks, helped her fold the thin blanket, and said in the most sincere tone, "I regret you very much after you left. Uncle and aunt kept talking to themselves all day long. We are so cruel to you! We tried to contact Wickham while we were looking for you, but we heard that his creditors rushed to London after hearing the news, and he hid because of fear. I swore that if you come back safely, I'll give anything. We'll pool our money to pay off Wickham's debts when we get back, and find him out in the papers, and let you marry. £5000 is £5000, and nothing is more important than your happiness!"

She kissed her sister's forehead, as if she didn't notice the twisted expression on her sister's face.

Darcy looked out the window, hiding the inadvertent smile from the corner of his mouth.Mary was so cunning, and this remark was the perfect finishing touch, driving Lydia home to both her own selfishness and her family's generosity.From now on, she will see the world very differently.

Lydia was about to cry, but not from joy!She clutched her sister's hand tightly and begged, "No, don't marry me to Wickham! I'd rather never marry than a gambler! Mary, you've been right, and I'll never be married to him." Will be happy, Mrs. Isis's today is my tomorrow. I paid the price of my reputation for my stupidity, but I can't further ruin my lifelong happiness. You paid Wickham's debt today. He will take it for granted. , the bad habit of gambling will not be corrected, but will intensify until it drains you all, and exhausts our friendship! He is a cancer, and once he gets it, he will never try to get rid of it, unless he himself feels that we are not taking advantage of it. It's worth leaving voluntarily. So you see, I can't marry him, it will kill me and the whole Bennett family!"

Mary could hardly believe that the coherent and logical words were coming from Lydia.It seems that the hardships during this period have made her grow a lot.Mary felt very comforted in her heart, and even Darcy, who had been silent all this time, looked at Lydia in surprise.

Seeing that the two of them were silent, Lydia became even more impatient, and said in a trembling voice, "He never loved me in the first place, so he will get tired of me very quickly. When my dowry is squandered by him, maybe he will too." Will sell me, like Mrs. Isis. I don't want to marry him, and I don't want to die!" She shuddered and cried uncontrollably, the fear and despair that remained in her heart swept over again.

"Honey, don't cry, you're crying so hard that my heart will break. If you don't get married, don't get married, as long as you're happy." Mary patted her sister's back softly while comforting her, and finally made her stop cry.

Darcy was compelled to pay Mary the highest tribute, to let her do all the good and the bad, and Lydia would be grateful to her.Lydia's gratitude, however, was not wrong, Mary did pull her back from the brink of unhappiness, and she would never know how much Mary had done for her.

While Lydia was sobbing, the carriage arrived in Chipside, and the Gardners, who had already received the news, had been standing at the door waiting, and saw Lydia hurried up to hug her.

Lydia began to cry again, and Aunt Gardner wiped away her tears.

"Okay, stop crying, come and eat something. Look at how thin you are!" Mary brought a can of steaming beef soup and interrupted the two women who were sobbing.

"Mr Darcy, you stay and eat a little too."

"Okay." Darcy nodded, but felt dissatisfied with her unfamiliar address.When will he really be her 'mydear'?

Smelling the strong smell of meat, Lydia's stomach growled, she forgot to cry, she sat down at the dining table as quickly as possible, and looked at Mary with eyes that were waiting for food.Mary smiled, filled a big bowl of beef soup for her, and put two pieces of fluffy and soft bread for her.She immediately slurred into eating, completely forgetting to maintain dining etiquette.

Mary gave Darcy a sorry look.

Darcy shook his head slightly, indicating that he could understand.

Lydia drank two bowls of soup, ate three breads, two bacon rolls, and a piece of smoked meat before she put down her knife and fork and wiped her mouth with a napkin.

"Let's go home early tomorrow morning. I miss my parents so much! And Jane, Eliza, and Catherine! I feel like I haven't seen them in my whole life!" deep vulnerability.She now urgently needs to spend time with her family and mend her broken heart.

"Okay, we'll leave tomorrow." Mary nodded.

Darcy gave her a dark look.

After dinner, the Gardners expressed their deepest gratitude to Darcy for his help, and Lydia did not reject him at all. Wickham's previous efforts to slander him made her feel good about him.The opposite of evil is justice, Wickham is evil, and Mr. Darcy is of course a good man!

Mary sent Darcy to the door, and the two did not speak.Before getting into the carriage, Darcy suddenly took Mary's hand and said in a low voice, "Don't rent a carriage tomorrow, my coachman will come to pick you up. Remember to send me a safe letter when you arrive at Longborn safely. Also, Please wait for me, dear, and I will come to you as soon as possible."

He squeezed her soft palm, as if hinting at something, and then reluctantly boarded the carriage.

Mary stood there for a long time before recovering, and murmured, "Who is your dear!"

Of course, her denial would have been more convincing if her face hadn't been so red.

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