[HP] If youth has an ageless face

Although she and the truth are still far away from each other, after confirming that Darren's death was actually a murder, Edwin La can't help but feel guilty for Blaise.So when she saw him again, she thought of consulting him, euphemistically asking how he would treat the mastermind if his father hadn't died accidentally.

Blaise was talking about the time he spent with Jacob at the Davis Manor with great interest. When he heard her words, he stopped the conversation sensitively, took a deep look at her, and then put away his smile: " What do you know?"

She temporarily concealed Christian's visit, and he tactfully avoided it himself, so Blaise was unaware that there was another person in the family.

"I would like to hear your views."

"It's related to Matthew, isn't it?" Seeing that she didn't refute, Blaise twitched his lips, "Sure enough, it's not that simple. Is Jacob's mother also an accomplice?" Meeting her puzzled eyes, He explained, "He told me himself."

She was noncommittal.

"But Jacob hoped to find his younger sister. He said that they grew up almost dependent on each other. His younger sister didn't want to go with their mother and was dragged out of the house..."

"Brace," Edwina couldn't help interrupting his narration, "don't you care about your father's affairs?"

He was silent for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile: "The murderer has been dead for so many years, so what?"

"The mastermind is dead, but the accomplices are still at large. Like Kayla, like...someone."

Blaise was silent, and there was not much sullenness in his expression.As he grew older, he became more and more adept at concealing his inner emotions, whether it was sadness or anger, he never showed it on his face.For example, now, even Edwin La couldn't see any flaws.

"Of course to bring them to justice."

"Don't you want revenge on them?"

"Imprisonment is the best revenge." Blaise said slowly, "They can face the stone wall of Azkaban and slowly repent, and we don't have to let their blood pollute our hands."

Edwin took it very seriously, and at the same time noticed the "we" in his words, which made her smile involuntarily.Seeing this, Blaise asked: "But do you have evidence to send them to Azkaban?"

After many years, it is difficult to find evidence.But she had two witnesses, and the matter was not difficult to do.Edwin La thought for a moment, then nodded.

A few days later, Edwin pulled off for France and quietly brought Christian with him.Before leaving, Blaise came to her with a heavy heart, and after finishing his routine wishes for safety, he added an extra sentence: "If you can't find any clues, forget it."

Hearing this, Edwin looked back in surprise: "Don't you want to bring justice to your father?"

"Yes." Blaise nodded, "but I hope you'll be fine."

"I won't." Edwina replied immediately, Blaise looked away a little embarrassed, she understood why he was shy, and after asking a few words, she motioned him to lean over and gave a few extra instructions in his ear sentence.

"Me?" Blaise was taken aback.

"I trust you." Edwin pulled the already written letter into his hand, "Someone must be watching my every move, but they may not notice you."

News about Mrs. Zabini always reached Paris quickly, which was what Mrs. Meyer repeatedly emphasized to the secretary.When she heard that she sent the invitation letter, Meyer immediately opened it to check. When she saw the "Castle of Boulogne" written on the location, her calm expression cracked for a moment.

She liked to gossip about all the things about Mrs. Zabini, but the news was like a sharp knife to her, sharp enough to make her heart bleed and shed tears of pain.

Since Chatillon's death, the Castle of Boulogne has been bleak for a long time.Meyer walked into the hall and found it empty, and she searched for a while before finding her in the back garden.

Edwina was sitting on a bench, holding a few white irises in his hands, smiling as he watched Christian bend over to pick out the hyacinths that were in full bloom.He picked a few flowers one after another that were not to his liking, and finally, with Edwin's approval, he reached out and picked the next one.

This scene naturally changed in Meyer's eyes.

"Mrs. Zabini." She called out loudly, and as she walked towards her quickly, she became more and more displeased when she saw the handsome man and the extraordinary clothes.Edwina seemed oblivious to her attitude, smiled at her and waved to Christian, signaling him to avoid it.

"Mrs. Meyer."

"Who's that?" Meyer asked directly. "A friend?"

"A special friend." Edwinla neither evaded nor faced her provocation, but handed the iris to her with a smile, "There are still irises in this season."

Meyer gently blew the dew off the petals, and said the expected lines: "Even if you go back to Bulgaria to report on your work, one week is enough. Don't you wonder why Antonio didn't go back to England?"

"I haven't been here for many years. The garden is barren, but these flowers are still growing well." Edwina seemed to have never heard of it, but instead introduced the plants in the garden one by one, making Meyer even more irritable:

"He came to see me and stayed with me and our son for a few days. Mrs. Zabini, guess what he told me?" Meyer pretended to be mysterious, while carefully observing her expression, " He asked me if I had a new love, and also implicitly expressed his willingness to reconnect with me." Her tone was rather exaggerated, "He said he missed the life with me in the past."

"Yeah." She finally responded, "And then?"

Meyer was taken aback: "He said he would divorce you."

"So should I be alarmed by this?" Edwina asked back with a smile. "He's a dull guy who only courts me by sending me roses. Mrs. Meyer, he's brilliant to you." A brilliant diamond, to me he is just a grain of sand." She smiled brightly, "Divorce? It's just what I want. But don't take him too seriously, after all, he once said that marrying you is just The exchange of benefits, and I are combined because of love..."

"Of course it's to lie to you." Meyer really fell for it. "He loves you? He married you to prevent you from finding out—"

The corners of Edwin's lips were slightly raised, his eyes were teasing, and a cold smile floated on his face.

Meyer knew he had made a slip of the tongue, and tried bluntly to save the situation: "——found that he was a guest here."

"Oh." Edwin pulled a sneer, "Do you think I would care who he hangs out with? But then again, you were also Chatillon's guest?"

"It's just been here a few times." Meyer bit his lip and sneered. "Of course, you were also glamorous at that time. In fact, I didn't realize that time has left no trace on you until I got close to you today."

"Oh?" Edwina ignored her sarcasm compliment, "Then have I seen you? In Boulogne Castle, everyone wears a mask, and it's really hard to tell the face."

"No!" Meyer flatly denied, "I never spoke to you."

Edwina noticed that when she said this, she kept tearing the iris flower vigorously with her hands, and the crushed petals quickly gathered under the corner of her robe into a bunch of plain white, which was shocking to watch.