The Young Lady Is a Fool

Molly's scent was too enticing. Even Mrs. Black, who was fully awake and had just eaten, had to struggle to suppress her urge to drink Molly's blood. How could Adele, who had been starving for nearly half a month and was on the brink of losing her sanity, resist?

Her wound wouldn't heal, and in such a short time, it might not even stop bleeding completely. The sweet, bloody aroma lingered around her, and the starving beast only wanted to devour her whole. The moment Molly stepped into Adele's room, she might be pinned down by Adele, her fangs tearing into her throat as she drank all her blood.

Not leaving a single drop, leading to Molly's death from excessive blood loss.

Mrs. Black didn't really care whether Molly lived or died, but it would be a shame to lose such sweet blood—she might never smell it again. What worried her was that if Adele tasted such delicious blood, she might either lose control and indulge in drinking blood freely, or she might be unable to drink anything else because she couldn't forget the taste.

If it were the former, that would be fine, but the latter would be troublesome. After all, Adele was already a picky vampire; otherwise, she wouldn't have survived on artificial blood for so long. If it turned out to be the latter, where would Mrs. Black find such sweet blood for Adele again?

But Mrs. Black still thought that the former was much more likely than the latter. They were vampires, a species that craved fresh blood. If they could resist the allure of delicious blood so easily, they would have become vegetarians long ago.

Vampires couldn't resist the temptation of blood.

With this in mind, Mrs. Black closed her fan with a crisp "snap." She looked at Molly, who remained determined even after being told she might die. Mrs. Black chuckled softly and said, "Since you've made such a sincere request, I'm not an unreasonable person. Fine, you may go."

Hearing Mrs. Black agree, Molly even had the audacity to make another request: "I hope that after I go in, the lady will have all the maids leave."

Mrs. Black narrowed her eyes dangerously. Before she could speak, Molly added, "You know Adele very well, so you must understand that those watching her are offensive to her. Since she's already lost her sanity, after tasting fresh blood, she might go on a killing spree and eliminate everyone who offended her."

Mrs. Black stared intently at Molly but found no fear in her. In truth, Mrs. Black didn't care if those vampire maids died, but as a superior, she couldn't let her servants think they were insignificant in her eyes.

Even if it was true, she couldn't say it outright.

So Mrs. Black laughed and agreed to Molly's request.

With Mrs. Black's permission, Molly's path was smooth. Mrs. Black's personal maid led her to Adele's room. The vampire maid at the door looked at her as if she were Jing Ke walking to his death.

Molly, however, was in a good mood; her usual stern expression had softened.

The vampire maid opened the door, and Molly stepped inside. At the same time, she sensed that the maids around had already left.

Adele usually kept the lights on because Molly didn't like dark environments. Although Molly had excellent night vision, even slightly better than a vampire's, she preferred to grow in a well-lit environment as a human. Because of Molly, Adele had become accustomed to keeping the lights on.

However, now her room was pitch black, not even the terrace window was open, because Adele knew that if she opened the window, she would see the two vampire maids standing like pillars outside. But now, they were gone.

The moment Molly entered the room, she felt Adele's presence—her voice, her scent, her breathing.

Since the last time Molly had secretly entered, Adele's condition had worsened. Just as Mrs. Black had said, she was gradually losing her sanity. The thirst for blood consumed her, making her constantly endure the torment of hunger.

Sensing Molly's scent, Adele left her room and came to the parlor. However, something was off about her. She didn't walk out of the bedroom door but crawled along the ceiling like a spider.

This indicated that Adele was in hunting mode.

Molly stared straight ahead, as if she hadn't noticed Adele. She softly called out, "Miss Adele." Adele, who was clinging to the ceiling above Molly's head, visibly hesitated. Her overly crimson eyes closed briefly, then reopened.

Molly didn't look up, knowing that Adele's appearance at this moment must be less than flattering. She might have her mouth wide open, drooling, with her silvery hair hanging down like a spider's web.

Come to think of it, Adele probably hadn't bathed in days. But there wasn't any unpleasant odor; Molly's sharp nose would have caught it and made her unwilling to enter the room. However, there was no strange smell in Adele's room, at least no bad smell.

But Adele seemed to have lost her sanity, becoming a bloodthirsty beast. When she was asleep, she looked so well-behaved, but upon waking, she turned into this. Molly sighed, sensing that this beast was about to attack her, even her sharp claws itching to strike.

So, before Adele could attack, Molly decided to speak: "Adele." Her voice was soft, barely audible, and she didn't even use the usual respectful "Miss." Her words carried no magical power, certainly no hypnotic effect like a vampire's.

Yet her voice still pierced into Adele's mind, making the beast pause for a moment. But only for a moment—soon, the beast seemed provoked and leaped from the ceiling, pouncing on Molly. Molly fell back, landing on the plush carpet in Adele's room—or rather, Molly had deliberately chosen this spot, so she didn't feel any pain when she fell, only a soft landing.

Even without the carpet, Molly wouldn't have been hurt because her resilience was strong. But as the "ordinary human" maid, Molly would have easily gotten a concussion without the carpet, so she had chosen this spot. She leaned back, landing on the carpet, and Adele fell on top of her.

Adele's usually well-groomed silvery hair was now a tangled mess, like a rag draped over her head. Through the messy strands, her blood-red eyes shone with a bloodthirsty light, staring intently at Molly. Her clothes were also disheveled, her lace off-the-shoulder nightgown wrinkled.

Adele looked less like a young lady and more like a little beggar.

Molly couldn't help but laugh. If Adele regained her senses and realized she was disheveled and lying on top of Molly, would she be so ashamed that she'd want to dig a hole and hide? After all, Adele was so prideful, yet here she was, so disheveled.

Through the strands of hair, Molly saw her blood-red eyes and faintly exposed fangs, revealing the beast's bloodthirsty nature. If it were any other human, they'd be trembling in fear. If any other vampire showed this side to Molly, she'd send them to the afterlife.

But...Adele was different. She wasn't just any vampire; she held a special place in Molly's heart.

Thinking about Adele's reaction after regaining her senses, Molly felt a twinge of pain in her heart. It wasn't an intense, overwhelming pain, but rather a persistent, soft ache like raindrops. The rain wasn't heavy, but standing in it, you'd be soaked. For Molly, this was what the pain felt like.

This pain could also be called heartache.

Adele was conflicted. Her mind was already consumed by the urge to drink blood, probably with no other thought than "I want blood," yet even though she had pinned Molly down, she still hadn't made a move.

Just as Molly's voice had reached the depths of her soul, she might be thinking, "I can't harm the person in front of me." In Adele's blood-red eyes, Molly saw this struggle.

Molly sighed softly and reached out her hands. In the brief moment the beast hesitated, her fingers brushed through the tangled hair, touching Adele's cold face. Perhaps it had been a long time since Adele had felt human warmth, so she flinched slightly but only a little. A moment later, she couldn't help but lean closer, craving Molly's warmth.

Sensing Adele's longing and knowing how much she was struggling inside, Molly couldn't help but gently remark, "How did you let yourself get like this…"

She wasn't asking a question but merely making an observation. Did Molly really not know why Adele had ended up like this? Molly had a vague idea—it was because Adele didn't want to get engaged. Why didn't she want to get engaged? Was it because the other party was just an eight-year-old kid? No, that wasn't the reason…

If she thought about it further, the answer would quietly surface.

Because Adele had someone she liked.

As for who that person was, did Molly need to think further? No, she didn't. She had noticed every one of Adele's actions. Molly was a bit immature, but she wasn't foolish or blind. Adele's behavior was too obvious. With Molly's much older mental age, how could she not understand?

She just hadn't understood her own heart before, so she had ignored Adele's actions. Now that she understood her own heart, how could she pretend not to see Adele's true feelings?

"The young lady is a fool."

Molly's fingers touched Adele's fangs. Her teeth were pure white, probably because she had hardly drunk any blood. These little fangs, which had been of no use before, might be put to use today.