Chapter 10: The Brook's got much richer
Harriet and Jane looked on dumbfounded, uncharacteristically acquiescing that her mental illness was flaring up.
Heloise jumped further and further away, bouncing back and forth between the two maids' rooms.
Jane uneasily kept following her.
Under Jane's watchful eye, Heloise moved quickly to steal the sleeping spills of Harriet.
"Fly, fly, I'm a little butterfly, I'm a little bee ..."
A little tired of bouncing, Heloise flapped a pair of arms and ran up and through the building and flew into the kitchen like a butterfly.
"Ouch, miss, this kitchen isn't the place for fun." Jane quickly stopped her, "Come on, come on, out with Jane, dear."
"I want to gather honey! I want to harvest honey!"
Heloise yelled, knocking her head towards the cooking bench as she struggled.
Jane rushed to embrace her, Heloise's eyes flickered, and before Jane regained her senses, Heloise had smoothly dropped several pills into the water bottle.
Nobody noticed what she had done.
Only after doing this, did she pretend to be pulled by Jane to walk out of the door.
One hour later.
The whole building was trapped in an exceptional silence, without any voice or sound.
Heloise came out of her room to see that Harriet and Jane both falling into a deep sleep, sitting against the wall.
She went up to them and moved them both to the couch and covered them with blankets, with such a dose of medicine, it was necessary for them to sleep deeply for more than five hours.
Done!
Heloise hooked her lips together, clapped her hands together and headed out the door, closing it and also the patio door again, and when she stepped out of the building, she looked up at the clear blue sky, taking a deep breath.
This is what freedom smells like!
A cab was pulling up alongside her.
Heloise resolutely stopped it and got in the cab, quoting an address, "13 Sanfields Street, Diagonal District, how long will it take to get there?"
She needed to get back here before the two maids woke up.
This place!
Even if she stayed in the slums for three years, she would never forget it.
"One hour without traffic, would you go?"
The driver looked back at her.
"Let's go."
Heloise responded; an hour's drive was acceptable for her.
On the way there, Heloise's eyes were glued to the window.
It had been three years before she had set foot on this land, and it turned out that the Imperial Capital had changed so much.
New skyscrapers had been rising.
All the scenes were unfamiliar to her.
The car stopped in front of a private luxury villa. The driver punched the card and said, "Miss, 58 yuan, please."
But he didn't get a response.
The driver looked back, just seeing the girl sitting in the backseat quietly, as if she had not heard him at all, her black and white eyes looking out of the car window at the villa out of focus, and some kind of coldness in her face permeating her innocent features.
"Miss? Is this your home?"
The driver asked casually.
At those words, Heloise laughed, a mocking laugh, "The home of an enemy."
"..."
The driver was stunned.
"Just kidding." Not wanting to frighten the driver, Heloise said lightly, "Can you wait for me for 10 minutes? I don't have any money with me, so I'll go to get it now."
"Sure."
The driver nods.
Heloise pushed and opened the car door and walked down, standing on the roadside, looking up at the closed large skeleton carved iron gate in front of her, the hem of her skirt swaying in the breeze.
The box of memories seemed suddenly opened and poured out like water.
"Dad, I beg you; I beg you, I'm also your daughter, I will be successful, I will repay the Brook's, please don't drive me away, please ..."
"Now that, it's come to this, I'd like to put my cards on the table, Heloise, you're the one whom the Brook's have raised to defend Coral from the disasters and to keep her safe! You MUST lie in the bed of that old man!"
Right here in front of the large metal door, she had knelt in front of Brady Brook, grasping his hand and begging bitterly, begging him not to send her to the old man's bed.