This should be something that Annie would never have expected.
“…”
Brangelina and Blanca were silent.
“The will is the same. She made a will to prevent her children from hurting Jeremy. One is to let Jeremy know her good intentions, make him feel sorry for his children and treat them better. The other is that she was afraid her children would fall into discord because of their parents’ divorce, and they had to choose between the two difficult situations.”
But what she couldn’t imagine was that her children had no choice at all with regard to their father, but hated him to the bone.
Not only were the two children neglected, they were also physically and mentally tortured. The torture was so severe that Fawn, despite her young age, became ill and committed suicide. She didn’t even get a funeral, and Enrico buried her with a handful of soil.
Therefore, this will not only failed to achieve the desired effect, but also bound Enrico like a spell for many years.
She understood, and so did Enrico, which is why he is suffering at this moment.
Alonso walked over, his stubble looking even messier in the sunlight. He looked at her in surprise, but she was right.
“So, did Jeremy finally come to his senses?” Brangelina added.
Did Jeremy come to his senses when he finally told where the antidote was? But he was crazy before he was shot!
Paige looked at her hands, at the blood that had been washed away, and paused. “Maybe he has been awake all these years, watching his insanity.”
He may have been awake, but he never woke up.
Blanca stood quietly to one side, not making a comment from beginning to end.
Brangelina sighed, looked up and saw Alonso standing nearby, and couldn’t help but say, “It really is every family’s story.”
“…”
Alonso looked at her for a moment without saying anything, then looked at Paige and said, “The old lady invites you to go to the main house and talk.”
“Wait a minute,”
Paige said indifferently, took the handkerchief Blanca handed her to wipe her hands clean, and then turned to Brangelina and said, “Aunt Brangelina, help me carry a basin of water to my room.”
She had not yet taken the antidote, so she did not have the strength to carry a basin of water.
“Okay,” Brangelina answered, borrowed a basin from the Davis family to put the water in, and then carried it towards the room.
Paige followed her.
Blanca stood in front of the basin and quietly watched Paige’s figure.
Alonso walked over to her and tried to figure out what role the Folsom family played in this incident before the old woman asked a question, but his words changed when his eyes fell on her, “What happened to you, are you sick or injured?”
His brows were knitted tightly.
Blanca didn’t say anything, and looked down at the watch in her hand. The antidote should have been delivered by now.
Seeing this, Alonso grabbed her wrist and said, “Come with me. The Davis family has someone studying medicine.”
“I’m fine,” Blanca said at last, breaking free of his grasp and looking cold.
“You…”
“We, the Folsom family, have no intention of doing anything to the Davis family, so don’t worry,”
Blanca looked up and gave him a dispassionate glance before adding, “Paige is gone, so naturally we will go too, we won’t stay.”
“…”
Alonso looked at her, he just wanted to know what was going on with her pale complexion.
But it was obvious that she wanted to draw a line.
He had hated her for losing their child for the sake of the Folsom family’s so-called greater good, and even more for her indifference to the child’s death, and her single-minded focus on the Folsom family. He had left her sitting at her desk, going about her work.
Over the years, as he drifted on the lake day after day, his hatred had gradually faded.
But whenever he thought about his daughter’s death, he still felt uncomfortable, so he didn’t say anything either. He just stood silently, waiting for Paige and Enrico to come out.
…
Paige walked into the room and closed the door and windows, keeping the piercing sunlight outside.
The light in the room suddenly dimmed.
She turned around, and Enrico was still sitting in the same posture in a patch of shadow, even the blood on his body was darkening.
She walked over to him, knelt in front of him, and used the cloth to wet the water in the basin before grasping his hand and washing it.
Enrico’s body shook with this movement. He opened his eyes, sat upright in the chair, and looked down as Paige washed his hands. The diluted blood fell, staining the cloth red and also dirtying her hands.
“Stop,”
Enrico said, trying to pull his hand back, but she grabbed it with a limp force.
“Don’t move,”
she whispered, continuing to scrub him, scrubbing the blood from his hands little by little, carefully and attentively. Her long, drooping eyelashes seemed like a piece of black feather, gently landing on his chest.
Enrico didn’t move around anymore, but sat forward a little, bowed his head and lowered his back, letting both hands hang in front of him as he let her scrub for him.
“Is the antidote here yet?”
His voice was low and hoarse, and there was an indescribable exhaustion in it.
“It’s already on its way,” Paige whispered.
Enrico’s actions had always been violent and decisive. After learning where the antidote was, he ordered someone to tear the cabin apart to find it.
As expected, Jeremy didn’t want to let them get the antidote so easily at first, so it was placed in a tricky place. It couldn’t be found by turning over the cabinets, and in the end it was found in a hollow piece of wood.
But Enrico was not convinced that Paige should take it so casually, and he also sent the doctor over.
A basin of water cannot completely wash away the bloody smell on Enrico’s hands, but it only wipes away the bloodstains.
The water has turned light red.
Paige gets up and wants someone to help her change the water again, but her hand is suddenly pulled, and she sits in his lap, surrounded by him.
He leans against her like a child, “Paige, I miss my sister.”
“I know.”
She raised her hand and stroked his face, his distinct angles, her fingertips gently caressing them, feeling very distressed.
The Gustin family’s villa The saddest and most innocent person was Fawn. Enrico had at least survived, but she had been buried in the broken love of the previous generation, suffering all kinds of hardships without a happy ending.
“One of them is blinded by greed and insanity, and the other is like a moth to a flame, reckless and heedless. And I’m their son.”
Enrico leaned against her and gave a sarcastic laugh.
Their love had ended like this, but it had left his sister with nothing. What was his sister?
Hearing this, Paige’s fingers wandered to his chin, lifting his face to meet his very deep eyes.
“When we were in the basement, I was also thinking that Annie had miscalculated, but then I thought, what would I do if this were me?”
she said.
Enrico stared at her, as if he had thought of something, and said in a low voice, “That’s right. If I insisted on standing on the side of the plutocrats and prevented you from rebuilding the slums, even going so far as to use every means possible to lock you up and not let you out, what would you do?”
“You’re not Jeremy, you wouldn’t do that,”
She looked at him with soft eyes, “But if, I said if, after I fall in love with you, you still act like this, I think I might make the same choice as her.”
Unable to break cleanly, unable to let go.
There was only one sentence left-
I love you until the swamp engulfs you.