Thomas's tone was a little gentler, "You are so cowardly! A few letters scare you like this. You should wait for this person to come to you, so that you can find out who is behind the scenes."

"I'm terribly scared!" Josephine said softly and timidly, "I'm afraid that he will attack my children."

"Children?" Thomas frowned. "How many more children have you had?"

"A girl. Mother, you bring Victor and Cynthia here, I want Thomas to meet them."

Thomas Wolfe didn't have much patience with children. He looked at the two children with a serious expression: he had seen the boy before, but Victor was less than two years old at that time, and he was completely different from the calm little boy now. Two children; Cynthia was an overly pretty little girl who didn't look like Josephine very much, and probably looked like her biological father.

Josephine was beautiful, and her children were wonderful.He was quite annoyed thinking about why he ran away in a fit of anger, she would still choose to get married, so maybe Cynthia would be his and Josephine's child.This hateful woman!Why did she feel that he could come and go as soon as he was called?The hateful thing is that he actually came because of a letter from her.

He heard the servant call her "Ma'am," and it dawned on him that she was married again, but that hapless fellow died in the Atlantic.That's good too, so he won't have to think of a way to kill that man.However, this time he has to learn to be good. It is necessary to help her deal with the blackmailer, but he can't give her any more money. This woman will lose her face if she takes the money.

Josephine quickly had the children taken away.

"It's too small here, I'll change you to a villa." Thomas looked at the living room and found it really shabby. The living room is too small and the light is too dark, so it can be seen that the other rooms are not doing well. How can his beauty live in such a small place? What about in your house?

"I don't have much time to look for a house, and I don't have much money. My mother decided to go to Marseille for a while. We didn't bring much money. If it takes a few more days, I will have to sell jewelry for a living."

Thomas looked at her warily, "I remember Hastings left you a lot of money."

"You are so stupid! How can I have so much money in my hand? Anyway, I don't have any money in my hand now."

He frowned, what can he do? "I'll pay your rent and living expenses. After I handle this matter for you, you can follow me back to Vienna."

"No, I want to go to Egypt. I haven't been to Egypt yet."

He continued to frown and said contemptuously, "What's so interesting about a wild place like Egypt? That's all right, all right, I understand, let's go to Egypt together."

"children?"

"Of course your kids follow you, or can have your mother take care of them. They're too young to be walking around all the time."

"I feel more at ease when the children follow me."

"I have to go. I'm going to arrange staff and send someone to find you a house. Are you deliberately living in such a shabby house, so that I can't stand it and worry that you are so poor?"

Josephine laughed, "It's really not. I didn't think it was possible to meet...Anyway, I have sent a telegram to send money."

They did bring a lot of money when they went to Marseille, but it was impossible to bring too much money, and the expenses in Marseille were also very high.Now that the banking industry is not very developed, cross-border remittances are always troublesome and take a certain amount of time.Banks are not everywhere. You can’t go to another bank to withdraw money with a check from this bank. If there is no bank in the city where you deposit, you can only wait for someone to send you money.She had to wait for Posy who was staying in Paris to send her money before she could exchange for a bigger house.

In fact, this small villa is not bad, but in Wolfe's eyes, it is simply unworthy.He is used to spending money lavishly, and wants the best in food, clothing, housing and transportation.Children from rich families don't know what "diligence and thrift" is from birth, and it is unimaginable to "have no money to use".

Josephine has also lived a life of "not knowing what money is without money" since she was born. The Robillard family is one of the richest families in Savannah, and Emile will not refuse the child's request, so she put She raised a wayward child.

Rich aristocrats don't do business, but they can invest. Wolf has shares in the Austrian railway company and can collect money lying down. As for how rich he is, Josephine doesn't know.

Thomas quickly found a house and urged her to move.The new home was a luxurious seaside villa, which must have belonged to some noble family and had been lent to Mr. Wolfe.Wolf's title is Marquis, the only heir to his father's duke, so he probably has too much money to know what to do with it.

Emile had a good impression of Thomas. Thomas was well educated since he was a child. He could speak German, English, French, and Italian.The attitude of spending money is also very generous. The furniture and tableware in the villa are all from the owner’s house, and they are fully equipped. I bought a lot of things for Josephine, especially the bedding. I bought new ones, and not just for Joseph. Fern bought it alone, and all the owners have it. The two children have their own rooms. In addition to the specially bought children's bed, there are also popular children's toys in the room. Everyone has a rocking horse. Cynthia got a dozen wooden Dolls, Victor got a big box of Tin Soldiers.

Emile didn't feel anything unusual, only knew that there were many servants in the villa, but those servants basically didn't do housework.Josephine said that those were arranged by Thomas to protect them.Indeed, there are no grown men in this house, only women and children, and it doesn't feel very safe.

Thomas came to visit almost every day, sometimes at noon, sometimes in the afternoon, usually staying for dinner, after which he would play cards with Josephine in the game room.He didn't invite guests, and Josephine didn't entertain them. They played a card game that Emile had never seen before. They played very quickly and used gold coins as chips.

Josephine didn't always win, but most of the time she won.

Cynthia was too young to feel anything about "Uncle Wolfe". She lacked everything, and Thomas gave her a lot of toys. She took it for granted, and didn't care.Victor, on the other hand, was a little—how should I say it—with “Uncle Wolfe”?He can't say well.His middle name was "Thomas," but neither his grandfather's nor his uncle's first or middle name had "Thomas," so could it be that he got it from Uncle Wolfe?

He carefully asked his mother, is Uncle Wolf his godfather?

Josephine looked at him in surprise at first, and quickly replied: "No. He knows your father, but not your godfather, you don't have a godfather."

He was ignorant, "I thought everyone had a godfather."

"Not everyone needs a godfather, and Cynthia doesn't have a godfather or godmother."

"Why do some people have godfathers and godmothers?"

"I don't know either. Do you like Uncle Wolfe?"

"do not know."

"And do you like Philip?"

Victor was a little sad. He lowered his head and nodded slightly, "Mr. Talent will play with me and is willing to listen to me."

"It's a pity he's gone." Josephine hugged the little boy, "I know you should have a father, you need a father. It's a pity."

"Mother, do you miss him too?"

"I miss him a lot, he's a nice guy. In the future—" She smiled, "Well, don't be too sad."

"I'm not too sorry, but...not happy. Poor Cynthia, she doesn't know anything yet."

"You want to protect your sister, you know?" He kissed the child's forehead.

Victor nodded and said solemnly: "I will, I will protect her, I swear."

Josephine felt sorry for him, but she didn't know how to discuss life and death with a six-year-old child.Children should be happy all day long, only know how to play, and should not think about "life and death".

I lived in Lisbon for more than a month, and one late night, Thomas came in a hurry.

He galloped to the door of the villa on horseback and slammed on the door.

A servant came to open the door, and he said hastily, "Go and wake the lady, but leave Mrs. Robillard alone."

Josephine had already fallen asleep, and was not very happy when she was woken up. She went downstairs with a straight face, "Why are you here in the middle of the night?"

"I can come here whenever I want." He said with a smile in a good mood.

"Why are you so happy?"

"No reason. Oh, get packed tomorrow and we'll go to Egypt."

Josephine froze for a moment, "Have you finished that matter? Who is it? Is it someone I know?"

"you do not know."

"What's your name?" She asked curiously.

"Don't ask so many questions, dear Josephine, and don't worry about this matter. It's not a serious matter, and it's easy to solve."

"How do you say it's so simple? I'm going to freak out!"

"Don't worry." He smiled, fiddling with sheepskin gloves.Suddenly, he threw the gloves on the floor and hugged her, "You are the only one, I have never traveled with you before. Don't think of me as the child I was 5 years ago."

"But you were indeed a child then."

"I've grown up." He said briefly.

"Can I rest assured that the mother will take the child back to Paris?"

"Of course. I will arrange for people to stay in Paris. This is not to say that I have not done a good job, but to better protect their safety." He held her hand, kissed the back of her hand and fingers, "If you dare If you don’t promise me, I’ll tie you up and throw you into the boat, anyway, as long as you get on the boat, it’s like dying, and you won’t be able to run away.”

He smiled smugly, like it was such a great idea.

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