Sister, look at him!

Chapter 396 When the Rose Withers 19

Carol couldn't hear anything. She only saw Zane and Mrs. Perry having a fierce argument, which went from inside the house to outside and then back inside.

Finally, Zane took out a piece of paper and wrote a few lines.

【Come with me, Carol, I will always love you. 】

Carol glanced at him, but she didn't respond, just lowered her head.

She couldn't leave, she had to go save Edwin, but she couldn't tell anyone about Edwin.

After thinking about it, Carol raised her head.

She looked at Zain's expectant eyes, shook her head firmly, and said word by word, "I won't leave. I want to stay. I want to know the truth about my parents' death."

Mrs. Perry lost her composure after hearing this.

Her face was pale, "Carol, did someone tell you something?"

Carol couldn't hear it, she tilted her head and looked at Mrs. Perry in confusion.

What does Mrs. Perry know?

Zain was puzzled, but he roughly understood from their conversation that this was their family affair.

He was also tactful. After sending the servants away, he left as well, leaving the space to Carol and Mrs. Perry.

Seeing Carol so excited, Mrs. Perry smiled palely, and in an instant she seemed to lose all her strength, leaning dejectedly on the sofa.

She murmured, "Don't blame me, Carol, don't blame me. Your father has become a monster, and I can't let Violet die..."

She suddenly covered her face and started crying again, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Violet, if I had opened the door that day, if, if I had accepted Carl..."

Zane didn't leave. He stood at the door, listening to the noise inside. From Mrs. Perry's inverted word order, Zane gradually pieced together the truth of the matter.

Carol's mother, Violet, was supposed to marry a nobleman and become a "family angel", but she fell hopelessly in love with her father from the East End.

Later, Carol's father Carl contracted a strange disease, and Mrs. Perry forbade the two to continue their relationship.

After Carl contracted a strange disease, he somehow got into trouble with other people who were also infected with the disease. Those people ostracized him, isolated him, hated him to the core, and almost killed him.

On the verge of death, Carl came to Mrs. Perry's door and begged Mrs. Perry to let him see Violet and their young child Carol for the last time.

But Mrs. Perry refused.

Carl died with regrets.

After learning about this, the infatuated Violet resolutely chose to commit suicide for love.

Count Clan, who was far away in the countryside, still cared about his reputation. He refused to tell others that Violet had committed suicide for love. He only said that she had been infected with a strange disease by Karl and there was no cure.

And Carol was also picked up by them from London.

Zane looked solemn, he had some impression of the riot seventeen years ago. Was it going to happen again?

He stopped listening and left the Duke's Mansion with heavy steps. He had to go find Harold.

Inside the house, Carol looked confused.

She could hear nothing but see Mrs. Perry crying loudly, then being silent, and then shouting excitedly.

She wanted to go to Mrs. La Perry, "Auntie ..."

Mrs. Perry, however, held her hand in her backhand, and they looked at each other. Mrs. Perry's eyes were full of kindness, and her mouth opened and closed. Carol watched carefully, but still could not make out what she said. She could only try hard to remember her lip movements.

Mrs. Perry picked up a pen and paper and said, "Come with me and leave London. I won't force you to do anything you don't like."

She begged Carol.

Carol was silent for a moment, then spoke in a hoarse voice, "Aunt, please go first. I have something I have to do. After I finish that, I will leave London to find you."

Mrs. Perry looked at Carol with infinite affection. She finally touched Carol's cheek, then slowly stood up and left Carol's sight.

Carol gently touched the place where Mrs. Perry had just touched, as if that would help her retain Mrs. Perry's warmth.

She closed her eyes and a tear fell from the corner of her eye.

……

Harold is dead.

When the police changed shifts at dawn, they didn't see Harold. After searching for half a day, they finally found Harold's body in the slums of the East District. He was no longer recognizable as a human.

Parry said in a cold tone, "Those people in the East District are crazy."

Zain’s frown deepened, “Let’s get rid of them. We can’t let them go on like this.”

This is not something that can be solved just by wanting to. Pari said helplessly, "We need to think long and hard and plan carefully."

Zain was displeased, “Do it quickly, they’ve already hurt my fiancée.”

Pari looked at Zain speechlessly, and he said that Zain suddenly had such strong execution ability in matters that had nothing to do with his interests.

Evening, East District.

Charles came alone to the monastery where Clark had served. It was a Gothic building with a pointed tower dyed orange-red by the dusk.

He stood at the door until the last ray of sunlight disappeared, then he walked in with heavy steps.

The moment he entered, the dim monastery suddenly became as bright as day.

One after another, the vampires in black robes held lanterns and stared at him as he slowly walked in with dim eyes.

Standing at the front was a man with long blond hair, his back to Charles, looking up at the pictures on the stained glass window.

Hearing the noise, he turned around, revealing a handsome face that could not be described in words.

Those smiling eyes were very similar to Carol's. Looking closely, they looked somewhat similar, like blood-related relatives.

"Look who's here." Lancelot looked at Charles with interest. "Charles, have you finally figured it out and decided to return to the family?"

Charles closed his eyes and slowly knelt down on one knee, "Elder, I beg you to let Edwin go."

Lancelot laughed as if he had heard something funny. He lifted his coat and sat on the scarlet throne. "Anyone can do it, but Edwin can't." He said calmly, "My dear child likes him."

Who is Lancelot's dear child?

Charles didn't know that it was Clark who went to negotiate seventeen years ago. At that time, he was still resisting the hunger brought about by the initial transformation into a vampire.

"My dear child Carol, oh, she looks so much like me, not like that loser at all." Lancelot cursed with a smile, and then he said, "Charles, I am in a good mood today. For the sake of your "father", if you leave now, I will not chase you."

Charles turned around and ran out without hesitation.

Groups of vampires cheered, turned into bats, and flew out of the windows and doors, chasing Charles closely.