Early the next morning, Lord Oscar left Momon Manor. He told the Viscount that he had something to deal with in capital, no matter how hard Viscount tried to keep him in Momon Manor.
The Viscount family was naturally very angry because Oscar did not talk about the topic of marrying a young lady from Momon as his wife, which is equivalent to having rejected the proposal.
"What an ungrateful guy, I knew this, when he was sick, he should be thrown out of our house!" said the Viscountess angrily.
While sipping black tea, the eldest Miss Judith said: "If he really doesn't marry any sister, we have to think of another idea. Both Margaret and Catherine are so beautiful, and there will always be men who don't mind the amount of dowry. "
The Viscountess sighed and said, "Most of the men like that are old and have long had heirs. It is better to be a mistress than to be an heir."
Judith screamed exaggeratedly: "Mother!"
"I know, I know," said the Viscountess, frowning.
I was packing my tea set outside the small living room, and a little girl in a brown silk dress bounced in, holding a delicate doll in her hand.
I bowed to her: "Good day, Miss Dolores."
The little girl stood by, staring at me with emerald eyes.
"Who are you?" she asked suddenly.
"This is Owen, do you need anything, Miss?"
The little girl sat down on the sofa and stared at me for a long time, but kept silent. It wasn't until I bowed to retreat that she hurriedly said: "I haven't seen you before."
"I was recently promoted to the senior footman."
"Pour me a cup of tea." She suddenly threw the doll aside, straightened her waist like her mother Judith, put her hands on her knees gracefully, and raised her small chin slightly.
"Yes, miss." I smiled at her, bowed, and turned around, and I could notice the girl's sudden red cheeks.
I put the brewed black tea in front of her, then knelt down beside her on one knee, and placed sugar cubes for her. She looked a little nervous, and her feet kept shaking.
"Is Miss's father busy lately? Why didn't he come with Lady Judith and Miss Dolores ?" I asked as I approached her on my knees.
Dolores sighed slightly: "I don't know, I haven't seen my father for a long time, and my mother said he was fascinated by the slut outside."
In my previous life, I heard that the relationship between this couple was not very good. It seemed to be true. I said to Dolores, "It's a pity, please don't be too sad, Miss."
Dolores shrugged, indicating that she didn't care at all. The ladies of the noble family are like this. In fact, their mothers like banquets and jewelry more than children, and usually just throw them to the maids, so the relationship between mother and child is not close.
Then Dolores began to chatter about the conversation she heard in the living room.
"They plan to invite Viscount Wilson to come over. I heard that he is over 50 years old and he is an old man. They are going to let him marry one of my aunts." Dolores laughed for a long time, and said gleefully: "Because my aunt does not have a dowry, and my grandpa can't even offer a thousand pounds of dowry. No one wants to marry them except for the rich old man."
"My dear lady, it is not the act of a lady to talk about others in private."
"Well, I won't laugh at them anymore." Dolores laughed endlessly.
Viscount Wilson...
In the previous life, the second lady Margaret was married to this Viscount Wilson. Margaret was a total slut. She had flirted with a footman named Jason in the family a long time ago. She likes masculine guys, especially those with big builds. That Jason is a black mixed race. He had dark skin and a muscular body. The second lady likes him very much.
When I kept silent, Dolores seemed unwilling to be lonely. She asked me, "Will you come home with me? Come and be our footman."
"Hehe, I can't decide this." I said quickly.
"I told mom, mom will definitely agree." She mumbled.
At seven o'clock, the Bruce family appeared in the dining hall on time.
The dinner is very luxurious. It is reasonable to say that the entire Momon Manor has long been unable to make ends meet, but they still live a luxurious life, pawning or borrowing if the money is not enough. In any case, the dignity and reputation of the nobles must be maintained, as that this is their tradition.
"Viscount Wilson's manor is in Pete Sally. You should all go and see his majestic manor. It is so magnificent and stunning." The Viscount said while tasting the wine, "His wife has passed away. The eldest son is in politics with his own manor outside, and the daughters are married. As long as she can give birth to a son, she can get half of his inheritance, which is a fortune of money."
"It sounds like a good marriage, and it matches the status of our family. I have had enough of those dirty businessmen relatives, and I hope I won't have to fight with them in the future." The Viscountess said.
"I hope so, do you know how much effort I took to invite him to our house?" The Viscount looked at the two daughters, as if waiting for them to express their opinions.
The second lady put down the knife and fork in her hand and wiped the corners of her mouth gracefully with a napkin: "It sounds good, but how old is he? Can his teeth bite food? Can his body still make young women pregnant? "
Hearing Margaret's bitter sarcasm, the viscountess screamed loudly: "Margaret!"
Margaret rolled her eyes in disdain: "I would rather marry that hunchback than this old man."
Miss Catherine has been silent all the time. She understands that she has no extra choice at all. Instead of getting nothing in the end, it's better to hold on to one, even if it's okay.
The Viscount dropped the knife and fork, staring at Margaret and said: "When Viscount Wilson arrives, you two will show me the best manners and receive him well. If he refuses to marry you, don't count on me. I can not find a better marriage partner for you. You'd better pray to the God that he will pick any one of you !"
After the speech, the Viscount dropped his napkin and left angrily. The viscountess hurried to chase her husband, shouting anxiously as she walked: "My dear, don't be angry with Margaret, she didn't mean it."
The second lady had no intention to finish the dinner, she pushed the food and leaned on the table and started crying.
"I don't want to marry an old man. Think about the wrinkles on his face. He is older than his father. How could father treat us like this!"
The footman Jason hurriedly gave Margaret a handkerchief and comforted him softly: "Miss, please don't be sad, this is no way."
Catherine glanced at Jensen, her face darkened, she patted her sister's back and said, "Don't be sad, my dear Margaret, this is our destiny. If you don't want to marry that old man Son, I...I can take it...just beg you not to be sad."
Margaret looked at her worried sister and cried even more sadly: "Really? Catherine, but this is not fair to you."
The servants quietly retired, and I also left the restaurant, but I didn't understand it. It seems that the third lady was planning to marry Viscount Wilson, but how did the second lady get married in the end?
That night, the butler Aaron asked me to wipe the silverware in the warehouse. I was busy until late, and my hands were frozen stiff. By the time I returned to the room, it was almost midnight, and the servants were all resting. I carried a lamp and walked to the third floor.
At this moment, there was a voice from the corner upstairs. I listened carefully for a while, and it turned out that it was the second lady Margaret and the footman Jason. The two shrank together, and then quietly went upstairs.
I quickly blew out the candles and followed quietly.
They walked to the balcony on the third floor, which was shady and hard to reach even during the day. I followed them quietly, all the way to the balcony, and then I hid in a corner not far from them.
"What can you do to save me?" The second lady asked softly. This woman is usually arrogant and terribly naughty, but at the moment she is like a ball of soft cotton wool.
"Don't speak, let me kiss you first." Jason said impatiently.
Then there was a suffocating silence, and the sound of ambiguous sucking and the rubbing of clothes came from the silence.
I had seen their ambiguous relationship a long time ago. I didn't expect to have a head and tail. Sure enough, the lives of the nobles were eroded. Even the ladies who had not come out of the pavilion were messing up with the male servants, no different from the women outside. I quietly hid in the shadow of, breathing as lightly as possible, so as not to be discovered by them.
The two were enjoy themselves, of course, couldn't detect anyone behind them, and I even heard the sound of clothes scattered.
"Okay, stop, we have to be careful or we will be found out." Finally, panting, Jason pushed Margaret away.
"Oh, Jason, my dear, don't you want it?" Margaret's voice was obviously tell him she is horny.
"Yes, of course I want, but not now. If I want you now, I will hurt you. I love you so much. How can I bear to hurt you? We have to wait." Jason said, "I came to you at my risk. For this reason, I hope you can promise your father to marry Viscount Wilson."
"What! You let me marry him too! Don't you know him..." Margaret raised her voice.
"Hush, keep it quiet, don't you love me? If you love me, you will listen to me. As long as the person you marry is rich, I am afraid that the man you marry is too handsome and you will forget me." Jason's voice sounded pitiful.
"Oh, dear, you are so stupid, I only love you no matter who I marry, but Viscount Wilson..."
"He is rich, old, and stupid. Isn't he perfect for us?" Jason said: "Don't listen to Miss Catherine, she wants to marry him, because she knows the master can't find a better marriage for you. "
"Really? Can't find a better one?" Margaret asked anxiously.
"As you said, your humpbacked cousin is more suitable, but unfortunately he is not interested in marrying you and your sister." Jason said.
Margaret said in a loss: "But..."
"Stop it, my beloved baby, I'm all right." Jason hugged Margaret and reached into her skirt.
After a while, Margaret groaned forbearingly, full of lust, like an intolerable kitten.
"No, don't... don't leave..." Margaret grabbed Jason's hand: "Go to my room, no one will find it."
"No, my honorable lady." Jason wiped his wet fingers: "We have to wait for you to marry, do you understand? This is all for our future." The two picked up their clothes and kissed goodbye.
I walked out of the shadow, and under the moonlight, a ribbon of Miss Margaret was lying on the ground.
It was a silk scarf tied in underwear. They shouldn't be so careless.