[Comprehensive] They forced me to die

Chapter 42 The Depressed Mansion

It was another sleepless night, Alice rubbed her sore eyes in dissatisfaction with dark circles under her eyes that were thicker than usual, and yawned long.

She was wearing a knee-length white nightdress, with a pink eye patch on her head like a headband, looking at herself in the mirror, with a faint tiredness on her pale face.

She frowned, took a deep breath, and the mirror was instantly covered with a layer of mist. She smiled in satisfaction, but felt that she was a little childish, and glanced at her mouth in annoyance.

Alice stood on the small table and wiped the mist off the mirror with her hands, and the mirror became much clearer in an instant.

Subconsciously made a very funny expression, went back to the bedroom sleepily, casually took a light yellow dress from the closet, and tied her hair with a bun.

As soon as I went downstairs, I could smell the fragrance coming from the living room.

Butler Xiali was wearing a decent suit, and his manners were very natural, without any affectation at all: "Miss, Ms. Daisy has prepared a hearty breakfast for you."

Alice looked at the sandwiches, fried eggs, milk, and cakes on the table, twisted her buttocks unnaturally, and sat in her seat with a stiff expression.

"Where's Mycroft?"

"Mr. Holmes has not come down yet."

Alice looked at the clock on the wall, it was six o'clock, it was indeed a bit early, but she was also very happy, she couldn't imagine how she should face Mycroft, especially what happened last night.

Well, even if she knew in her heart that she sneaked out of his surveillance range and made him worry too unreasonably, even if it was wrong, she didn't have the cheek to apologize, instead she felt a little wronged in her heart.

She hummed displeased.

After the steady footsteps came from upstairs, her body trembled involuntarily. She lowered her head, trying to hide the turmoil in her heart.

Wearing his usual four-piece suit, Mycroft walked to his seat and sat down very naturally. He had a complete set of standard etiquette, and no one could fault him. He always straightened his back like a soldier, and his light-colored eyes Like an eagle peeping at its prey, sharp and cold.

He looked at Alice calmly: "You should drink more milk."

As he spoke, Mycroft put the whole jug of milk placed in the center of the table in front of Alice. His voice was as steady as usual, as if nothing unpleasant happened to them last night.

Alice suddenly felt a little sad. In fact, she didn't know why. Maybe when one person was struggling and couldn't sleep at night, the other culprit seemed to have nothing to do. She suddenly felt that this What is all the depression for?

Alice pushed the milk to the edge of the table annoyed, she suppressed herself, she felt that she could hardly breathe, she couldn't bear the face of Mycroft always, as if nothing could shake him, as if she How naive and ridiculous.

Mycroft didn't pay any attention to Alice's silent protest. You must know that there is a troublesome younger brother in the family, and his tolerance has completely risen to a new level.

Elegantly tasting the coffee that Daisy had ground for herself, holding the morning newspaper prepared by Butler Xiali in her hand, she glanced at her naughty sister, the thick dark circles under her eyes meant that she did not sleep well last night, her pale face, Hypoglycemia, bruises on the right arm, suggestive of self-harm.

"Maybe you need to catch up on sleep later, I will ask Xiali to ask for leave from school for you."

The girl on the opposite side lowered her head, looked at the bread on her plate, and didn't express anything. In McCoff's view, she was still protesting herself with silence.

He sighed heavily, and finally put down the newspaper in his hand helplessly. He looked at Butler Xiali. This old man who had stayed in Holmes' house for many years immediately understood what the master meant.

"Alice, I'm sorry if I did anything to make you unhappy."

Light-colored eyes stared straight at Alice, but she didn't answer him.

Mycroft frowned, and put the jug of milk that Alice had pushed far away back in front of Alice.

Alice caught a glimpse of the "lost and found" milk in the corner of her eye, and continued to ignore it. She lowered her head and ate a few mouthfuls of bread, feeling that it was chewy, and her eye sockets felt a little astringent.

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