The Phantom of the Opera Music Angel

The man looked at the little girl's huddled body very intently. She was wearing Christine's pajamas, which were a little too big for her, and made her petite body even more suitable.

Darlene's eyelashes trembled slightly, showing the extreme unrest in her heart.

The man frowned slightly, and bent down to touch Darlene's small face. Seeing that her eyes widened like a frightened little animal, she obediently remained motionless, allowing him to touch her.

"Eric!" Mrs. Geary hurried back with a little haste and reprimand, holding a tray in her hand with hot milk and bread on it.

Darlene sniffed, looking intently at the food.

Mrs. Geary smiled, stepped forward, pushed Eric away without a trace, sat on the edge of the bed, and said softly: "Eat quickly, lovely Darlene, you must be very hungry."

Darlene pointed to the food hesitantly, and then to Mrs. Geary, Eric and herself in turn.

Mrs. Geary patted her somewhat cold face: "Good boy, we've already eaten it, you can eat it."

As he spoke, he pointed to the bread and milk with his fingers, and then to Darlene.

Darlene showed a pure and sweet smile, and there was light in her gentle black eyes. She grabbed the bread, stuffed it in her mouth eagerly, and swallowed it, obviously starving.

Mrs. Geary watched her eat for a while, then gently handed the milk to her lips: "Be good, drink some more milk."

Darlene complied with her gesture and drank it, licking her lips to show her gratitude for the food.

Mrs. Geary's gentle eyes suddenly disappeared the moment she shifted to Eric, and she became suspicious. Seeing the little girl eating obediently, she lowered her voice and said, "Eric, let's talk."

Eric followed her a little further away without making a sound, seeing Darlene stop eating, looking at him or her, he showed a soothing smile a little stiffly.

"She's a child. A normal, healthy child. She should live in a sunny place, Eric. When you came to see me, we already agreed. Why do you still want to see her?" Mrs. Geary frowned. He frowned, glancing back at Darlene from time to time.

There was no fluctuation on Eric's face, he just wrung his hands tightly.

Mrs. Geary went on: "She's a very pretty child, and so good. I promise, if she can't talk, everyone will like her. She should have a happy life on the ground. You shouldn't see her again, I'm afraid not." Knowing your existence is better for her. Didn't we agree yesterday that she will live with me on the ground and I will raise her?"

Mrs. Geary frowned slightly. She was a kind woman. Although her husband passed away soon, it was quite difficult to raise her daughter Meg and the orphan Christine of her deceased friend. She still felt compassion for little Darlene. Heart.Maybe get another job and she can support the little girl.

Eric spoke at last, in his strangely beautiful voice: "You say she's healthy?—No, she's just like me. I've changed my mind. I want her to stay and be my apprentice. She Can't speak, but I can teach her to speak with an instrument."

Mrs. Geary insisted: "Although dumb women are rare, it won't surprise people—of course they are different from you, Eric." Seeing that Eric's fingertips were slightly white from the force, she softened her tone, "She's different from you. She doesn't necessarily need your music. But she definitely needs sunshine, fresh air, lots of friends, and... hot bread."

"Let her choose." After Eric finished speaking, he turned and walked towards Darlene who was sitting on the bed.

Mrs. Geary gritted her teeth, unable to bear it in her heart, but she still made up her mind, rushed forward, and lifted Eric's mask——

The author has something to say: the limp little Darlene looked up at you very seriously, and suddenly said:

"Please take care of me~"

Eric held his famous Bangka lock, patted little Darlene's head very calmly, and showed a sinister smile.