Four or five servants were cast away, and the housekeeper Selena admitted that she had neglected her duty and left the manor.
What I have done didn't seem to hurt the Bruce family at all. On the contrary, some innocent servants were get punished, but I didn't regret it at all. I said to myself, it wasn't my fault, it was Bruce. Even without me, they would take innocent servants to blame if they encountered any trouble, just like they used me back in my previous life.
Lies are like this, and they are no longer a lie if they are told a thousand times. I am like a person who keeps deceiving myself, ignoring the anxiety and guilt in my heart, and treating that as a boring and useless emotion. In my opinion, nothing in this world can be more important than my revenge.
In the past few days, the Bruce family has been bleak.
"What should we do? The bank is asking for money again." The Viscount walked around anxiously.
The Viscountess shook her fan and asked shortly, "Is there nowhere else to borrow money?"
"Borrow! Borrow! Borrow! All You know is borrow!" The Viscount yelled angrily, "We wouldn't have been like this if Margaret hadn't been trapped in scandals. It's fine now, who would marry them? We are notoriously family now. They are just like those courtesans! Maybe it's better to let them be courtesans, maybe they can make a lot of money so that we won't be as embarrassed as we are now."
The viscountess comforted her husband's nerve: "Well, don't be angry, can't you really be able to borrow money? There will always be some businessmen who cling to the powerful and are willing to lend us money, we just condescend ourselves and hang out with them."
"Shut up! Our family already married a daughter of a businessman. This has been looked down upon by the aristocracy. Now we have to borrow money to join those lowly merchants. Then our family will become the laughing stock of the upper class. And we will never be able to keep your chin up again."
"Then what should we do?" The Viscountess tremblingly said, "Otherwise we will lay off the servants of the manor or collect rent from the tenants in advance."
"If we do this, the nobles in Yorkshire will immediately know that our finances are in trouble, and no one will lend us money at that time."
"If none of these options work, are we just waiting like this?"
"I think maybe we can talk to the Oscar boy again." The Viscount touched the short beard on his chin and said: "We are all named Bruce. He won't just watch at us in a difficult situation and ignore it. Maybe He will lend us money."
"Well, now it seems that this is all we can do. Let's invite that annoying guy again, hoping that his mean face can give us elders a smile."
Spring in Yorkshire comes very early, and the sea breeze carries the warm air currents and brings the early drizzle. The whole land is misty and the water vapor seems to fill the whole world. Especially in the morning, under the heavy fog, nothing can be seen, only white mist.
Baron Oscar arrived at the manor on a foggy morning. This visit was different from the last time he was lightly dressed. This time he took a total of six footmen, drove a four-wheeled carriage and a few horses. He came to Momon Manor with great vigor.
The entire manor was catered to him as a guest, but it was busy as if to entertain the member from the royal family. In the view of the Viscount family, Baron Oscar is such a distinguished guest. After all, whoever can lend them money are the big people, isn't right?
Annie told me that Miss Margaret was sad and out of shape, she didn't eat, drink, or dress up, she was dying like she was seriously ill. The scandal totally ruined the reputation of a young unmarried lady, and it was impossible to marry the right gentleman again, even the landlord without the title of gentleman would not want her.
Now she has only two options, one is to marry a businessman, the other is to marry a doctor or a lawyer, the former will lose her identity, and the latter will lose money. Miss Margaret was reluctant to lose a generous life, nor an upper-class identity. So the humpbacked Baron Oscar Bruce, whom she always looked down on in the past, seemed to bring her new hope. This man will inherit his father's title after his father's death, and he should also have to marry her.
Catherine became a very obtrusive existence in Margaret's eyes. In many gentlemen's eyes, she was young and beautiful, gentle and virtuous, kind and generous, and she did not ruin her reputation like herself. If Baron Oscar really wants to choose one of the sisters to be his wife, the chance of choosing Catherine is definitely greater than her.
So, early this morning, we saw a newly dressed Miss Margaret appearing in the hall. She has always been a noble lady who never wakes up until noon. There is only one reason for getting up so early, and that is trying to come across to Baron Oscar, who goes out riding every morning.
To be fair, Margaret is a very beautiful woman, otherwise, Viscount Wilson would not be fascinated by her, and try to marry a teenage girl.
At this time, Marguerite was dressed in chic black riding attire, wearing a rose-colored sun hat, and holding a small riding whip in her hand. She looked very heroic and beautiful.
At this time, the masters hadn't gotten up, and the servants had just finished their breakfast. Everyone was surprised to see lady Margaret pacing in the hall alone, her expression was as if he had seen a ghost. After a while, Margaret finally became impatient with waiting. She grabbed a passing servant and asked, "Has Baron Oscar gone out on horseback?"
"No, Baron Oscar did not go out."
"Why? Doesn't he go out riding every morning?"
"This morning the baron's valet came to pass a message, saying that the weather was foggy and the road could not be seen clearly, so there was no need to prepare a horse."
"That's it." Marguerite looked embarrassed and reluctantly said: "Is breakfast ready? Hurry up, I'm hungry."
After speaking, she hurried to the dining hall. The servants looked at each other, showing some cunning smiles.
In the kitchen, Simon said to me: "Look at her, but she is outsmarted by lady Catherine. I saw Catherine's maid go to the Baron's room early in the morning. They told the Baron that it was foggy outside and it was dangerous to ride a horse. I hope the Baron can stay at home. Not only did she fulfill the responsibility of the host, but also seemed to be caring and considerate. Unlike Miss Margaret, it was simply embarrassing. It must be a laughing stock in the ears of the Baron."
I gave a distracted 'um'.
"Speaking of, how did you offend Lord Baron? Yesterday I saw him glance at you disgustingly. Don't get fired at this time." Simon said.
This is exactly what I worry about. usually, the baron didn't pay much attention to the servants, but if when he passed a row of servants, he suddenly stopped in front of a certain servant, and then gave the servant a dissatisfaction look, that is something no one what to happen. When he looked at me, all of this seemed subtle, especially the baron's lord was still a guest of the manor.
The butler thought that I was annoying Lord Baron, so he summoned me to his room that night, and then solemnly told me: "The Lord Baron doesn't seem to like seeing you. Don't show up in the living room during this time. You are only allowed to be in the kitchen. And the outer courtyard."
I secretly said that it was bad, wondering if the butler would fire me for it. Recently, Mormon Manor has laid off a large number of servants, and several lower-level footmen have been fired. Our job load has suddenly increased. However, listening to the tone of Aaron, it seems that we have to lay off a few more people.
At this time, Betty, the kitchen maid, flushed and interjected: "Don't worry, the Baron should be leaving soon."
Simon glanced at Betty in surprise, showed a teasing smile, patted my shoulder and said, "Are you worried about this kid? It's really enviable, don't you think?"
For a while, everyone in the kitchen followed, and Betty's face turned redder, and she hurried out of the kitchen like a scared bunny. Simon smiled backward and closed the door: "She is really cute, won't you chase after it? This is a good opportunity."
I sighed and said, "Don't make this kind of joke anymore, Betty will be embarrassed."
"How come, it will make the girl like you more."
A fat cook stared at me and Simon dissatisfiedly: "You bastards, don't bother my girl anymore, go call Betty back, you are in short of hand, don't you know? And you still hide out and be slack."
Simon gave me a push, winked at me, and I cannot help but walked out.
At this time, there is still thick fog outside, and the sky will not light up before eight o'clock. The soil on the ground is very moist, and there will be a string of footprints where the sheepskin shoes have stepped on. It seems that Betty is going to the stable to find her uncle John.
In the mist, I saw someone walking out of the stable with a horse.
When I approached, I discovered that it turned out to be the lord baron dress in black riding attire.
As usual, Baron Oscar scanned the corners of his eyes coldly. The moment he saw me, his walk stopped for a while, and then he continued to move forward.
I think I should apologize to him, ask for his forgiveness, at least don't be look disgusted with me in public, because that will cause me to be driven out of the manor. But I was worried that I had said the wrong thing and annoyed him. After all, last time he demanded me not to appear in front of him again.
I had walked into a dilemma, and when I was hesitating, he led the horse and walked in front of me.
"My lord, good morning." I bowed to him and saluted.
He took out a white handkerchief, covered his mouth and cleared his throat slightly, and then looked condescendingly at me who was bent over to him.
The atmosphere was too stiff, so I had to start the conversation and say, "My lord, are you going for a ride? This kind of weather doesn't seem to be safe. Let's wait until the mist clears."
He didn't say anything but kept his eyes on me. Then he suddenly tightened the reins of the horse, leaped up, mounted on the horse's back, and dashed out like the wind, before disappearing into the misty white mist in a short while.
I looked at the direction in which he disappeared on the horse. I turned and walked into the stable, and Betty was there with her uncle. Seeing me coming, the girl blushed, and bowed her head cautiously: "Mr. Eric, why are you here?"
"Just call me Owen, please" I smiled and said to her.
The girl's face flushed even more when she heard these words.
"The cook told you to go back, Betty." As soon as I finished speaking, the girl ran out of the stable like an escape. After she ran out, she turned around and whispered, "Thank you, Owen."
Seeing Betty walking away, Old John said to me: "This girl is as timid as a rabbit, and very shy, but she is kind-hearted and hardworking. She is a good girl."
I responded with a smile.
Old John smiled loudly and patted me on the shoulder and said, "Young man, I heard that you were kicked out of the living room yesterday. If you have nothing to do, please help me chop some firewood."
After that, he took me to the small woods behind. A few small cypress trees fell to the ground, and a rusty axe stuck in one of the stumps.
I took off my coat, grabbed the axe, and started chopping wood.
Old John brought his broken carriage and said to me, "Help me chop more. I will go to town now and bring you some wine when I come back."
"Go, leave it to me." I nodded and said.
"The young lad always provokes the girl to fancy him." As he left, I heard him mumble...