Chapter 12 Chapter Twelve

January 1883 Bezit, the manager of St. Pillar Manor, is in his early fifties. He is tall and thin, with a balding head. He is extremely efficient at work, but he is occasionally glib, probably because Carrington likes flattering servants. Lord Tremais, you want to see me?asked Bezit. Condon didn't speak, but gestured for him to sit down.He stands by himself.The butler sat uneasily on the seat he pointed to. Condon stared at him, partly because he didn't know how to speak, and partly to scare him.Twenty seconds later, Bezit's eyes flickered.Three minutes later, he was fidgeting and kept secretly wiping the sweat from his forehead and chin.

Abusing your position and defrauding your employer is illegal, as you should know. Bezit raised his head sharply.For a split second, his face was filled with pure panic.However, since he can become the highest-ranking servant of the Duke's family, he is of course good at self-control.The next second, he replied in a normal tone.Of course, my lord, I know very well.Loyalty is my belief. But his terrified expression had already leaked the truth.He has done bad things.what is it then? Your composure is admirable, Bezit.You are already trembling all over, and you still act so calm, it must be very difficult, right?

I don't understand you, sir. Don't play dumb, Betsyfoot.Now that you've been caught, you should feel flustered and scared, right?I hope you still have a little shame.I advise you not to continue pretending to be innocent, and to confess your mistake to me in private as soon as possible, and don't force me to expose your crimes to His Excellency the Duke. At that time, you can only ask the police to deal with it. Bezit does not intend to give up easily.Young master, if I have done something wrong to make you unhappy, please express it clearly. This is the biggest difficulty.Condon didn't have the actual evidence, but only knew that Bezit had changed the old rules of sending mail, and at the same time he received a letter that was suspected not to be from Xiudora himself.Gu Shangcang can help him see through the truth.

He went to the fireplace, pretending to study the sea view hanging above it.Even if Bezit is indeed lacking in false letters, he should not be the main messenger. He was only instructed by others and used money to do things. Condon turned and decided to bluff.You demand that all letters be delivered to you first, and I already know why.To tell you the bad news, the person who bought you has achieved his goal and doesn't want to pay the rest, so he decides to throw you out to feed the wolves. no!Bezit jumped up.that bastard! His messy breathing broke the silence, and he was shocked to realize that he was out of order.He sat down, burying his face in his hands.

Please forgive me, my lord.But I did nothing wrong.Really, I swear.The other party asked me to intercept the letters sent to you from abroad and hand them over to him.But he didn't take it away, and returned it to me after looking at it. Letters addressed to him from abroad.Condon felt his chest compress inward, as if his lungs had collapsed.You really didn't do anything? Well, Bezit wiped his face with a handkerchief.Only once, at the beginning, when the man returned the letter, did a letter that hadn't been there before get mixed in. a letter.It's that simple.All it takes is a letter.

Where did you meet that person? Outside the gate, every Tuesday and Friday afternoon. What if you can't make the appointment in person? I will wrap the letter carefully and place it under the stone beside the gooseberry bush to the left of the gate.He will be there at three o'clock. Today is Friday, twenty-five minutes until three o'clock. What a pity, Condon said.I thought he wouldn't come again, and I should have thrown you two in jail together. Bezit turned pale.sir, you didn't say you didn't say I know what I said.I hope you will submit your resignation to His Majesty the Duke after dinner tonight.

Yes, sir.Thank you, sir.Bezit just missed kissing Condon's feet. roll. Bezit staggered towards the door, and Condon remembered that there was one more thing to ask.How much money did you receive upfront. Bezit hesitated for a moment.Two thousand pounds.I have a illegitimate son, my lord.He got into trouble and I used that money to pay off his debts.I will pay back as soon as possible. Condon pressed to his temple.I don't want that money, and I don't want to see you again.Go away. Two thousand pounds in advance, and another two thousand pounds after the matter is completed.Who has the financial resources?Why do such a thing?All evidence points in the same direction.But he couldn't face it.He prayed that he was wrong.The fear that made his guts twitch might not be a sign of fate, but just too much of his own imagination.

Perhaps there is still a glimmer of hope. Two and a half hours later, he could no longer escape reality. Condon wrapped the two envelopes from his friend and hid them in the way Bezit said, then hid aside and waited.Someone actually came, about sixty years old, not feeling very decent, in a broken cart drawn by an old horse.He watched cautiously, and then went to the gooseberry bushes.As Bezit said, he flipped through it quickly and put it back where it belonged. The man turned the carriage around and left from the direction he came from just now.Condon followed for a certain distance on foot. The farther he walked, the more intense the pain in his chest. Finally, the car disappeared after entering the gate of the Heather Plain. Looking from the top of the bare poplar tree, the fiancée's house could be vaguely seen in the dim twilight. chimney.

Something in him withered and died.He moved, first on foot, then on foot, running away from the heather, from her.Jiaqi, the cute and treacherous Jiaqi.He just came to meet her this morning, eager to please her and please her like a stupid puppy. He didn't know how far and how long he ran, and he didn't know when he fell to the ground. He couldn't shed tears, his mind was numb, and there was only a tearing pain. The devil's anvil kept beating, shattering the last trace of illusion. She did it.For some reason, she decided that she must have him, so she had someone forge the letter.Of course it was her; he had never met a more sinister person in all his life.He's a lecherous fool.Volunteer to dance with it.When she saw him this morning, she must have been very proud, right?She won all round, and he melted in her hands like a piece of butter.

Anger slowly emerged in his heart, like fire, like ice, and as dark as a pit in hell, gradually occupying every cell in his body.He clings to anger because anger drives out pain and keeps it out. Revenge, he wants revenge.Since she is willing to spend four thousand pounds for him, of course the lady cannot be disappointed.She would see that he was as cunning and ruthless as she was. He forced himself to stand up and continue running until he saw Shengzhuzhuang.As he strode toward the mansion, a thought broke out of his firm grip, reminding him how close to heaven he had been, how joyous and carefree he had been just a few hours earlier.The thought wished that time could be turned back, that Aunt Polony hadn't come.That thought wanted to pound the wall and shout; Jiaqi, why are you so stupid, so stupid.Why not wait?Xiudora got married today!today!I would have

Shut up!Shut up!If you dare to moan for that woman again, I will personally kill you. Revenge, don't forget, only revenge.