[HP] If youth has an ageless face

"I know what you're going to say." Edwina said before he could speak, "but I really want to go."

Jacques had no choice but to give up the pre-planned rhetoric: "Don't drink."

"I know." Edwin pulled forward with a smile, "Help me put on the necklace."

Usually, she is not interested in parties hosted by people she doesn't know well, but this time she accepted the invitation very happily.

"Look, I won't be able to wear them in two months." Edwina was referring to the few new clothes that were just delivered a few days ago, "It will be outdated after a year. gone."

"Okay, okay, you're right." Jason fastened the buckle and smoothed her hair, "No drinking, no dancing, come back early."

"Don't worry." She kissed him on the cheek, "I'll take Blaise with me, this guy gets sleepy before ten o'clock every day, so you can rest assured?"

Jacques gave a few more instructions, and then sent the mother and son away.After returning to the study, he contacted his previous colleague through the Floo network.

"Is everything going well?"

"There are results." A colleague told him, "Zabini's place of death deviated slightly from his planned route, but there is nothing suspicious about it."

"What do you mean?"

"Is it convenient for you to talk?"

"I'm home alone."

"That's good." The colleague nodded, "I asked the original guide and a few Norwegian scholars in his group. The thing is like this-they were supposed to go to the camp in the northwest of the forest together, but that day In the morning Zabini expressed his desire to go alone on an unexplored trail roughly parallel to the original route, and said that he would join others at the station in the evening of the same day."

"Why did he leave the team without authorization?"

The colleague glanced at Jacques' expression: "He wants to find a Linnai seedling as a gift for his wife."

"Okay." Jacques sighed. This is indeed an impeccable reason, which fully fits Zabini's character. "Then what is the so-called plant toxin?"

"As far as I know, this is indeed an accident." The colleague shook his head, "It is a kind of poisonous vine endemic to the local area, and it has almost been extinct due to people's efforts. But its toxicity is very strong. Once it is mixed with It is impossible to be rescued after blood contact."

"I see." Jacques nodded, and at the same time felt a bit of coolness: Ethan attacked Lopez and the Davis family one after another. The method was clean and neat without leaving any real evidence, which can be called a perfect murder.How did he do it without pre-conceived or even practiced?

Could he be a criminal genius?

Since Edwin La had already talked to Ethan once, Jacques did not tell her about the death of the Davis family for the time being.Now he hesitated.If Ethan is really such a dangerous person, he will definitely not let it go easily, so should they be more vigilant?

No matter how troubled Jacques was, Edwin was like a fish in water at the banquet.

Sylvia was telling her about the aftershocks of Lopez's death: "Poor Parkinsons, I don't think they'll want to throw any parties for a year or so."

She didn't seem to care about Lopez's death—Adwinra understood, since they had no feelings for each other.

"Damned for them. Two dead at home. . . Well, so they still keep the fountain?"

"I don't know about that. I would definitely take it apart." Sylvia blinked, "Why don't you drink at all today?"

"It's just a little uncomfortable." Edwin lied. Neither she nor Jacques wanted to spread the good news prematurely. She was afraid that Sylvia would ask, so she immediately changed the subject, "The two people who are talking to Blaise who is it?"

Sylvia took a look and frowned: "I only know that one of them is Mrs. Crabbe."

"Is there anything wrong with her?"

"She's very talkative." Sylvia said, "You better call Blaise back quickly, before she talks nonsense to children. Last time she turned a corner and asked Daphne if I abused her , do you think this is too much?"

Hearing this, Edwina immediately stepped forward.Seeing her coming, the two ladies immediately dispersed, running faster than a rabbit.Blaise stood in place and looked at their backs, with a strange expression, both angry and wronged.

"Brace?" Edwin pulled something wrong with him, "You—"

"Don't touch me!" Blaise threw off her hand abruptly, Edwin let out a low cry of pain, Blaise trembled, but turned his face away stubbornly.

"what happened?"

He said nothing, and resolutely did not look at her.

"Don't make trouble here." She vaguely realized that Blaise had experienced something else when she wasn't paying attention, and she reached out to him again, "We'll talk about it when we go home."

This time, he finally held her hand reluctantly.

"You are back." Jacques greeted him with a smile on his face, "Advanla, I have prepared hot tea for you. Blaise, and what you like—"

"I don't want to talk to you." He interrupted Jacques coldly. Blaise didn't show any joy when he saw the stunned expression on the other side's face. In fact, he was shaking violently from the moment he entered the house. , hovering on the brink of collapse.

"What happened?" Edwin sat down on the sofa, and she motioned Jacques to avoid it, "Speak up if you have something to say, it's useless to get angry."

Her son finally looked up at her, and Edwin gripped his teacup tightly, shuddering—in his eyes, she actually saw hatred.

His eyes were red with anger and resentment, his teeth were chattering, and his expression was tense like a stone statue.

"What happened?" she asked again.

"I've heard," Blaise said slowly, "what you did."

Edwina didn't answer immediately, she blew away the steam rising from the hot tea, and at the same time gave herself some time to think.Then she put down the teacup and asked in the same words: "What did I do?"

Now that Jacques is not here, he can finally say what is holding him back: "You and them."

"Who?"

"Do you have to tell me?" Blaise burst out, screaming and demanding, "You and them—men who don't even know their names!"

"They are already in the past tense." Edwina vaguely guessed what troubled him, "What did they say to you?"

"Whose child am I?" Blaise asked quickly.

"Your father's."

"Who is my father?"

Anger finally appeared on her face: "Darren Zabini!"

"Really? Are you sure it's him and not someone else?"

"What do you mean, Blaise?"

"Does he do research a lot, doesn't he? Are you always home alone? Do you like throwing parties? There are a lot of other men staring at you at parties, don't you? You've been with a lot of people...with, haven't you? After a series of questioning, Blaise seemed to have lost his courage. He took a step back, with a trace of gray on his face, "Whose child am I?"

"Don't you know if you look in the mirror yourself?" Edwina was trembling all over, "Brace, how dare you—"

"Why can't you think about how I feel when you're having so many affairs?" he accuses loudly. "They say I'm a bastard! That's why they exiled you, and that's why my uncle would rather let someone else inherit his property than mine—they said, they said..."

Edwin took a deep breath: "What else?"

He choked up and didn't answer, but gave her a sideways look full of disgust, and then fled away.

Edwina heard him slam the door of her bedroom with all her strength, and when Jacques heard the sound, she closed her eyes wearily: "Leave him alone."