canary in cage

Cecil raised his head, and the people around him were busy with their own affairs, only occasionally some eyes fell on him, but it was just a flash.

illusion?Cecil comforted himself in this way, but when he lowered his head again, the gaze was stronger than before, and he even wanted to tear himself apart in place.

Cecil frowned slightly, with a nausea in his throat, and stood motionless.

"What's the matter, young master?" Isri walked to Cecil's side and bent down to ask.

Cecil's face was paler than before, and he raised his head to meet Isri's gaze: "Is there anyone following?"

The corners of Isri's eyes twitched, he straightened up, and after a while he opened his mouth and replied: "No one is following, young master."

Cecil lowered his hat a little, covering most of his face: "It's okay, let's go back."

On the way back to the carriage, Cecil only felt the nausea in his stomach writhing like a dozen big men.

The sight around her became more and more intense, staring straight at her unclean body through the clothes.

The voices of slander, abuse, and sarcasm seemed to fill their ears. The rotten vegetables and garbage in their hands were mercilessly thrown at themselves.

Within a few seconds, Cecil's back broke out in cold sweat, and it became difficult to breathe for a while.

"Dear Lord Duke! This is today's new newspaper, for you."

Suddenly, a newspaper seller stood beside Cecil and shouted loudly.

Immediately, Cehir seemed to be suddenly stimulated, and stared at the person standing next to him with wide eyes in horror.

The newspaper seller was also taken aback by Cecil's sudden movement, thinking that he had offended the nobleman, he quickly lowered his head, and even his voice trembled when he spoke.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

This man's voice was so loud, Cecil was flustered by the noise, and the nausea in his stomach got worse, so he quickly pulled the newspaper that the man handed over, turned around, and walked towards the carriage parked in the distance .

Isri followed behind and glanced at the newspaper seller. Their eyes met for a moment, and those light golden eyes seemed to pierce him.

The newspaper seller hurriedly bowed a few more times, and ran away with his legs dragging.

Back in the carriage, the feeling just now seemed to have weakened a bit, and the newspaper in his hand had been clenched into a ball.

Cecil looked out the window, the pedestrians were busy with their own affairs, and no one noticed that the people in the carriage were watching them.

But that kind of sight, Cecil lowered his head, looking at the still cold palm, is it really just an illusion?

After his body warmed up a bit, Cehir remembered that he was still holding today's newspaper in his hand. Out of curiosity, he opened the crumpled newspaper.

The above questions were basically inconsequential, and the biggest one was the selection of the Holy Son. Cecil looked up and down, but his mood didn't change much.

Such a situation has been expected for a long time, and it is not surprising to be re-elected now. Cecil raised his eyebrows and turned the page of the newspaper.

It was nothing at all, but on the entire white paper, a touch of dark gray was extremely eye-catching.

After taking some newspapers in, Cecil felt that the blood on his body seemed to be frozen, and his body that had just warmed up fell into the ice cellar in an instant.

In the gap between the long strips of newspapers, a piece of unsurprising news was conveyed with only two or three strokes.

"An unknown child was crushed to death by a nobleman."

To put it simply, there is a somewhat blurry photo below, but Cecil remembers it very clearly. The child in the photo is the child who was sitting at the door of the house before.

The dark red sweater was so eye-catching that there was only a dark gray dot left on the newspaper.

Cecil choked up his throat, and the child in the photo was pinned under the car, holding the unopened bottle of milk in his hand.

Feelings of nausea and uneasiness welled up from my heart again, and the nerves in my brain tensed up. Finally, my eyes fell on Isri who was sitting in front of me.

No, Isri promised himself.

Cecil was about to brainwash himself, but he suddenly thought that this child had jumped on him before, and even hugged him and did not let go, and this scene happened to be seen by Isri.

The more he recalled, Cehir only felt a chill behind his back, even if he took a look at the animals outside, Isri wanted to drive them away.

Cecil's pupils trembled a little, and the newspaper in his hand was tightly clenched, but Esri had clearly promised himself, why!

His throat was so painful that the remaining air was squeezed in from the throat. Cecil grabbed the clothes at the neckline and wanted to retch but nothing could come out of his stomach. His eyes were red from being suffocated. .

No matter how much he was brainwashing himself, the scenes and the things that happened were destroying this vulnerable promise.

Isri would not let him out, so even if the child died, he would not know it. It was just a coincidence that he came out today, and even Isri didn't know that the newspaper reported this matter.

It's all arranged!

He is his pet, a pet that has been imprisoned, Cehir stared at Isri's back, the anger in his eyes became more obvious.

That child was already mentally retarded, and he wouldn't spread rumors and cause trouble when he went out. Even so, this lunatic was unwilling to let him go.

That false promise was nothing more than wanting to play with his pet, Cehir gritted his teeth loudly, and his nails left marks on the palm of his hand.

After what seemed like a century, he finally returned home. Cecil's whole body was almost drenched in cold sweat, and the water after retching still glistened at the corner of his mouth.

Isri got out of the car and opened the door. Just as he was about to reach out to pick Cecil out of the car, he was slapped away by Cecil in the next second with an impatient tone.

"Go away, don't touch me!"

Isri was stunned for a moment, looking at the red-eyed person in front of him, his eyes fell on the roll of newspapers crumpled up and thrown on the ground behind Cecil, and his brows frowned slightly.

"Why did you lie to me?" Cecil gritted his teeth and stared at Isri.

"I didn't lie to you, master."

Isri's tone was calm, without any waves, Cehir's body trembled even more, and his whole body trembled from anger.

"You clearly promised me that you would not do anything to that child!"

"I didn't, young master." Isri, who obviously felt something was wrong, felt a little uneasy.

Cecil clenched his hands and took a step forward, the temperature of his voice dropped to zero.

"Isri, are you having fun with me as a pet?"

Those eyes were red and swollen with embarrassment, and the tears were held back at the end of the eyes, and he was reluctant to come out. Isri was stunned for a moment, and did not speak.