The heroine of the healing department is very rigid [Pride and Prejudice]

Mary scraped her mind for swear words as best she could, and didn't stop until she couldn't think of any.

Heathcliff, however, was unmoved by these words, and without even bothering to lift his eyelids, said, "I'm glad you realize that, Miss Bennet."

"I know about Duke John." Mary took a breath and continued, "From the beginning to the end, you were the one who shouted "Stop the thief" and directed and acted on your own. You are the bastard."

"You put on such a scene on purpose to make the fire extinguisher more popular. And you fooled Dad and Mr. Thompson around. You are too much!"

Mary gasped again, feeling for the first time that swearing was physical work.

"You have a lot of money, and you don't care about the loss and compensation, but do you know what kind of life we ​​have lived these past few months? We are obviously living in our own home, but we have to worry about the judge taking our house away at any time."

"And that damned Collins, who writes like a hypnotic letter every day, constantly reminding us that this house is the family property and ultimately belongs to him."

"He is just a relative who can't be reached at all, but he wants to inherit my father's property."

"We obviously live in our own home, but it seems that we are living under the fence. You don't understand the kind of life under the fence!"

"White Phosphorus, the milkman, and the man who went to the wooden shed to investigate the situation were all arranged by you, in order to convince all of us that you were framed."

Mary finally finished cursing. She stood there, gasping for breath, not knowing what she just said.

Heathcliff hadn't said a word since she said she knew about Duke John, and he approached her slowly only after he was sure that Mary had no strength to continue cursing.

Mary took a step back unconsciously. She was too excited just now, but now she is a little scared. What if the other party wants to beat her?This is Bell Manor, Heathcliff's territory, and no one will come to rescue her then.

He's coming, he's coming!Mary has a bad heart, she shouldn't be so reckless, so overwhelmed, and come to find someone alone to settle accounts.Mary swallowed nervously, and wanted to run away and go back to find the rescuers, but it was too late.

Heathcliff raised his arm, holding the slender whip in his hand, and threw the whip into Mary's arms.

"I'm lying about Duke John."

"What?" Mary didn't react a bit. She thought that the other party was here to beat her, or he would definitely quibble, but she never expected him to admit it so quickly.

Heathcliff didn't bother to repeat what he said just now, he took a step back, his face was more ugly than before, and then continued, "I have more right to speak than you about the topic of being dependent on others, Miss Bennet."

"Now, if you've finished cursing, please take your damn white horse back immediately. Otherwise, I don't promise that I won't peel off its skin to make a drumhead."

Only then did Mary see that in the stable behind Heathcliff, the little white horse was leisurely eating the hay in the trough, looking very happy.

"Why is the little white horse here?" She couldn't help asking.

A few months ago, in order to cope with the family's financial crisis, they had to sell her beloved pony.

When the crisis was over and they started to redeem the pawned things, the little white horse couldn't come back.

Because the horse dealer who collected the horses was a traveling merchant, and if he was in Hertford today, he might go to London tomorrow.Not to mention that it has been a month or so since he may have gone to Paris, maybe.

"Because I want to use its skin as a drumhead." Heathcliff gritted out a few words, and then led the little white horse out.

The little white horse was not very happy to see its owner, it stayed beside Heathcliff dawdly, rubbing its head against his palm, and refused to leave.

"..."

Mary really wanted to say that she didn't want this kind of heartless guy, but she couldn't say it because she couldn't bear the little white horse.But she didn't want to take advantage of Heathcliff, so she could only keep asking, "How much is it? I'll buy it."

"..."

There was another awkward silence, Heathcliff frowned, his chest heaved violently, his eyes were black enough to drip ink, as if trying to control his temper.After a while, he finally spoke, but it wasn't about how much money it was.

"As you said, I arranged everything. Including the milkman who delivered the news. But I didn't mean to lie to you."

"I thought, your father, or Thompson would go to the workshop to check on the situation. But they didn't, and you came."

What does this mean?Mary didn't understand, could it be that father and Thompson could cheat?

"Four years ago, my first business was to cooperate with Duke John. But he resold a lot of stolen goods to me. I lost my principal and was sent to prison for three months until the Anglo-Dutch war. At first, I was sent to join the army to get out."

Heathcliff explained slowly, not even knowing why he told Mary this.

"It's you who have a grudge against Duke John, but we don't. You can't use others to vent your personal anger." Mary was still angry, so she didn't speak much through her brain, but as soon as she said this sentence, she regretted it—— —Although she couldn't tell why she regretted it.

Unfortunately, it is too late to regret.

Heathcliff lost his patience, pushed the clingy white horse away, handed the rein almost roughly to Mary, and ordered her to leave immediately.

It was only then that Mary realized that she had just said that she wanted to "redeem" the little white horse.

But Heathcliff looked a little too scary now, which made her feel a little scared.She had a premonition that if she said one more word, Heathcliff would also peel off her skin and make a drumhead.

A person who knows the current affairs is a hero, but Mary came aggressively, but left in disgrace, she felt frustrated and had nothing to do.

The most annoying thing is that the little white horse still refuses to leave Heathcliff.Mary held on to the bridle as hard as she could, and it managed to move a few small steps until she had to ride straight up, pinching the horse's belly with her legs.

The little white horse ran forward a few steps, snorted dissatisfiedly, and then suddenly raised its two front legs high, throwing Mary out.Then, flicking its tail nonchalantly, it ran back to Heathcliff, and continued to rub its head against his palm.

"..."

Mary was so angry that she wished she could skin the little white horse with her own hands.She got up from the ground neatly, and then immediately fell back to the ground.

Her ankle is twisted.

Curse. Curse, it must be curse. Curse.

Mary held the cross on her chest and muttered philosophical poems from the "Old Testament", trying to use God to solve her current predicament.It's a pity that God didn't show up, but she herself looked like a psycho.

"Miss Bennet, I think you just broke your leg, but not your brain." Heathcliff frowned, took a few steps closer to Mary, squatted down, and wanted to help her up.

It's just that his complexion is too ugly, he doesn't look like a well-meaning person extending a helping hand, but an executioner.So much so that Mary really thought that he was here to kill people, so she instinctively stepped back a little with her hands on the ground, and stared at him a little nervously.

This action completely annoyed Heathcliff, he stood up angrily, and strode out.Only Mary and the little white horse were left staring at each other.

So Mary could only try to stand up with the little white horse, but just as she got up half of her body, the little white horse ran back to the stable with a "da da da".

"It's heartless." Mary sat on the ground and cursed angrily at the little white horse.This was Bell Manor, Heathcliff's territory, and there was no one she knew in it.

When she was about to leave the house, she did not tell her family what she was going to do.If Heathcliff is determined to starve her to death here, she really has nothing to do.

Mary now finally understands what it means to be unresponsive to the sky and unresponsive to the earth.Just when she was struggling with whether she would starve to death or freeze to death in the snow, Heathcliff came back with a blanket in his hand.

"It's over, it looks like I'm going to be suffocated here." Mary thought nervously.Then she felt the darkness in front of her eyes - Heathcliff put the blanket over her head.

He really wants to suffocate me so that the matter of Duke John will remain a secret forever!

Heathcliff covered Mary with a blanket, then crouched down and threw her over his shoulders like a sack.This action undoubtedly made Mary more convinced that she was dying, so she began to struggle violently and yelled.

"Let go of me, you scumbag, liar. The judge will definitely send you to prison."

"If you don't let me go, my father will take you to court."

"Many people have seen me coming to Bell Manor. If I don't come home in time, my sister Elizabeth will definitely come to see me."

Mary racked her brains to threaten Heathcliff, hoping to scare him away.But it turns out that Heathcliff is neither afraid of God, nor the devil, nor the judge.

I don't know how long it took, but Heathcliff finally stopped. He threw down the "sack" on his body impatiently, and then walked away without looking back.

There was still darkness in front of Mary's eyes, and the blanket twisted her body several times, so that she couldn't get the blanket off her head for a while.But this does not affect her judgment of the surrounding environment.

It's so far from the stables, and so quiet, it must be the basement!

Mary finally took off the blanket, and the sudden light made her squint her eyes, and it took a while to open them slowly.Then she realized that this basement was too gorgeous.