The days of eating soft rice in London

In the hall, Mrs. Morris sat alone at the dining table, her eyes red and swollen, and she looked very haggard.

"Louis!" Seeing the man at the door, she immediately leaned over and cried, leaning on Baron Morris' shoulder, "Oh my God! Your good nephew finally came to see his poor cousin."

The baron ignored her, with a solemn expression, and explained why he asked the servant to come over quickly. "Louis, Joseph suddenly fell ill."

"I've heard, and I'm sorry to hear that, Uncle," Louis said.

He followed Flora, and as soon as he entered the house, a disgusting stench hit his face.

Joseph was lying on the bed topless at this time.In just a few days, he seemed to have been tortured by this terrible disease and lost a lot of weight, his cheeks were sunken, and his chest was deformed.

His body was completely spread out, like a huge piece of white pork, lying straight on the big bed.

Joseph gasped suddenly and violently, and made a sound like a leak from his mouth, and uttered a few short syllables with difficulty.

The old doctor standing by the bed put his ear to it and asked, "What?"

"pain……"

"Oh." The old doctor helped the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and turned him into a side-lying position on the bed. "That way you can relax a little bit."

"How did you get infected?"

"It was...a dirty woman...infected me..."

"Oh." The old doctor had seen this kind of situation a lot, so he understood immediately.

Tears welled up in Joseph's small red eyes, and he gasped and growled on the bed, expressing his abuse and curse at that bitch.

"I told you not to look for them all the time." Flora sobbed aside, "You just don't listen."

"Okay, he's already like this, why are you still scolding him!" Mrs. Morris was really distressed when she saw it, and angrily scolded Flora for being ignorant.

Joseph was lying on his side, and through the Dutch pane, struggling in pain, he suddenly saw Camille sneaking into Louis' room.

There was a piece of lace cloth spat out full of blood beside his pillow, panting for a while, and his face was covered with sweat.After a violent cough, he coughed up a pool of blood again, and Louis could see that under the thick fat on his chest, the pleura had obviously collapsed and the mediastinum had shifted.

"Is there no sign before?" Louis asked.

"Who knows, the illness is so urgent and severe, it must be because you don't pay attention to your body on a daily basis." The old doctor stood aside, looking indifferent.

"No!" Mrs. Morris cried until she couldn't even speak clearly. She shouted, "Check carefully! How can it be consumption! This is a disease that only sinners can get!"

"Ma'am, I can tell you clearly," the old doctor drooped his lips, as if expressing his dissatisfaction, "Your son's appearance clearly indicates what kind of illness this is."

"He must be fixed! We have plenty of money!" Mrs. Morris said, grabbing Louis's hand, as if Louis would run away.

Flora looked at her mother and silently wiped her tears.

My father told the whole family years ago that they need to live frugally.Due to the huge expenses of the three women and the extravagant spending of the youngest son, the baron's mansion is gradually unable to make ends meet, and it only relies on the absurdity of selling the land left by the ancestors to survive.

"Bleeding." The old doctor concluded.

So Mrs. Morris immediately called a few maids over, and they timidly entered the room with obvious worries and disgust on their faces.

Tuberculosis is contagious.

Seeing how these people were lingering, she pinched the head maid's arm fiercely, "Move faster, you will feel better."

Except for the doctor and a few maids, everyone was waiting on the sofa in the hall.The cold rain was falling persistently and persistently with ice and snow, and Flora looked worriedly at the ivy outside the window.

Baron Morris suddenly asked, "Where's Camille?"

Flora shook her head.

"Where did she go at such an important time?"

Louis' coat hadn't been taken off yet. He was about to go back to the bedroom to change his coat, but he saw a woman lying on his bed who shouldn't be here——

Camille.

There were only two suspenders of the pink skirt on her snow-white shoulders. The skirt exposed half of her raised breasts, and a section of her calf was exposed underneath, and the two suspenders were still hanging on her legs.

Louis frowned tightly, his stern face was expressionless, but his temper seemed to flare up at any time.

"Cousin," Camille hurriedly put on a flustered look, "Why are you here?"

"what are you doing here?"

"I just miss my cousin, so I've been wandering around your room for the past few days, cousin, you sure don't have the heart to blame me?" She bit her lower lip, her eyes were watery.

"is it?"

Louis smiled and approached her.

Camille was secretly happy, her heart beat faster, but on the surface she leaned on her cousin's arm very obediently.

"Cousin, you have always known that Camille has always liked you. These days when you are not around, I always come to your bed, I want... I want to be surrounded by your breath."

Very explicit hints.

Looking down at her contoured cheekbones and the fine hair on her face from a height, Louis spoke quietly.

"I did not expect,"

"Huh?" The woman with her chest pressed against his arm raised her head and looked at him innocently.

"Your brother is sick, but you still have the intention to seduce people?"

Louis jerked his arm out of her embrace, and Camille immediately fell off the bed.

But he left without looking back.

Camille gritted her teeth and got up, cursing her cousin in her heart for not knowing what to do!She ran out barefoot and stood there naked in front of everyone in the hall

Everyone froze and looked back at her.

Louis was thoroughly annoyed, he pressed his thin lips to see what this cousin was going to do again.

Camille stood where she was, trying to squeeze out tears of despair, shame and tenderness, and began to cry aggrievedly.

"What's the matter, Camille? Why are you dressed like this?" Flora walked over from the window and asked with concern.

"Cousin...cousin, he saw my body."

"What's the matter?" Mrs. Morris stood up suddenly, and she was very excited now.

"Oh, that's true." The man let out a chuckle, "Uncle, I don't know why Camille appeared in my room, I'm sorry for my behavior. But, disgustingly, I also saw Something to tarnish the reputation of the baron's mansion."

"Whatever you see, just say it."

"It's hard to say, uncle, please forgive me for not being able to say it, because this is really embarrassing." The gentleman frowned, as if it was troublesome.

Camille's heart lifted, she had a strong bad premonition.

Hearing the other party's tone indifferently, he said slowly: "I saw my cousin was cuddling with my aunt's manservant, doing something that is not proper."

"Nonsense!" Camille panicked.How can you talk nonsense about this kind of thing!

"You liar, you are framing me!"

"Framed? If it's a false accusation, then why is my cousin dressed like this during the day?"

Camille seemed to have a cork in her mouth, unable to utter a single word to defend herself.What should she say?Did you say you were trying to seduce your cousin?

In the hall, which was as warm as spring, she stood blankly in front of everyone, and found that her bare legs were cold.

What else can be explained?

The daughter actually ran out in such revealing clothes, while Joseph was lying on the bed...

Jazz was furious.

"Where's your servant?" Baron Morris asked his wife, his voice trembling, holding back his anger.

The manservant was quickly brought to the hall, and he loudly defended: "My lord, I didn't!"

"My servant often said that he saw you going to the downtown area to find prostitutes," Louis said coldly, "How dare you forget your identity and try to hook up with the second lady?"

He deliberately used the word "hook up" to give uncle a step down.

"Cousin?" Camille was so frightened that she was really about to cry.

"Uncle, I think the sheriff must handle this matter." Louis said in a tone of suggestion.

How can you find the sheriff? In this way, wouldn't the whole of London know about Camille?

"I'm sorry Louis, I made you laugh." The old baron sighed, and unbuttoned a button on his suit vest, "This situation is indeed due to my lax discipline, but for the sake of the reputation of the baron's mansion... I think it's best to deal with him in private."

"I brought him in the poorhouse, and I have a right to whip him," said the sir.

The servant knelt on the ground in an instant, begging Louis: "Sir, I didn't do anything against you, why are you slandering me?"

"A false accusation?"

"Anything?" he asked back.

Louis leaned into his ear, using a voice only two people could hear. "You may have forgotten that it's time for you to falsely accuse Oscar and go to jail."

"You read so many telegrams from me, and who did you go to see?"

The valet's eyes widened in disbelief, and he began to ask Mrs. Morris for help as he collapsed on the floor in a state of disbelief.

"Madam, Madam, please save me, I'm just following your orders!"

"Shut up!" cried Mrs. Morris, kicking him away. "You attempted-rape wretch! Somebody! Take him away!"

The servant grabbed her skirt and almost tore her skirt out of shape, shouting: "You asked me to do it, you should protect me!"

Mrs. Morris was furious, fearing that the matter would be revealed, she picked up the knife from the fruit plate and stabbed the servant's neck viciously.

Blood spattered Lao Gao, and the manservant rolled to the ground in pain, clutching his neck, with blood foaming from his mouth, staring at Mrs. Morris.

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