Chapter 501: ‘Letter of Participation’ in the Name of Reynolds
now,
A little girl in a shabby dress who was not old enough to help came close to Angelia.
She said innocently and simply:
"Sister, you are so beautiful."
Hearing what she said, Angelia glanced at Su Wen as if she was very proud.
Then she bent down and asked softly:
"You are so good,
What’s your name, little girl?”
"Sister, my name is Aika."
"Well, little Aika, tell me who is more beautiful, me or your sister Venisa."
"Woo.
Can't tell the difference.
But sister Venisha will take care of us, so she is more beautiful."
A very simple answer to this.
Su Wen's always calm scholar's temperament couldn't help but have a hint of smile.
certainly.
The princess was not angry either.
On the contrary, she just smiled gently at this innocent and cute answer, and then gave a little bunny doll to this cute little Aika:
"Venisha is indeed very suitable to be a teacher."
She was sincerely happy for her former friend.
Seeing the little girl running away happily, Angelia continued to say to Su Wen:
“I hope I can see more scenes like this in the future.
Such a picture,
really beautiful."
She gently rested her head on Su Wen's shoulder.
Su Wen only slightly adjusted the position of his monocle:
"Don't worry.
I always believe that ten years from now, fifty years from now, one hundred years from now.
We will eventually see a more vigorous and hopeful earth civilization.
And by then, our goal will not be this land,
But the more distant Milky Way and the endless constellations of stars.”
Half an hour passed quickly.
Su Wen received the message from the agents:
"Dear Mr. Kevin.
At present, Ivanovich's surveillance posts on Baron Reynolds have all been replaced by our people, and he has not noticed the whole process.
You can arrange further meeting plans."
Saw this news.
Su Wen had no choice but to show it to the princess, who had just put her head on his shoulder and was about to act coquettishly.
Angelia was a little angry.
Because she had just enjoyed this beautiful atmosphere that could only exist in her dreams.
perhaps.
The bald agent never imagined that because he accidentally disturbed the big boss's good time, his salary for this month would have been deducted ten days in advance.
Due to limited time, the two finally stood up to greet Venisha.
After explaining the situation to her.
The frail young lady put on her coat and was ready to take them immediately to the hospital where her brother was in a vegetative state.
Before the three people left,
A strong man who was watching the brothers take care of the children slowly bent down towards Su Wen:
"Mr. Kevin, a group of us brothers actually all came out of the same orphanage.
But that orphanage went bankrupt a year ago.
You are willing to give us such an opportunity, not only pay a high fee but also let us take care of these children.
It was you who made me truly understand: Not all nobles are greedy.
Really, really thank you."
Hear him say that.
Su Wen just pushed up his monocle calmly and coolly,
Then he patted the half-bowed strong man on the shoulder:
"Do a good job,
This is the biggest thank you to me and Angelia."
In winter, the Lower Town of St. Petersburg looks like an oil painting of gray and white.
The dilapidated hospital next to a relatively large residential area has become the bleakest part of the painting.
The walls here are mottled and the traces of time have carved deep marks on them.
Looking outside this small hospital, one can feel the biting chill caused by the cold wind blowing in through the cracks in the broken windows.
On the second floor of this dilapidated hospital, a small, sheltered ward stood quietly.
The sun shines through the thick frost on the windows, casting mottled light and shadow, bringing a touch of warmth to this cold space.
However.
The weak sunlight seemed unable to dispel the heaviness and depression in the ward.
Lying on the hospital bed was a young man in a vegetative state. His face was pale and his eyes were closed tightly, as if he had fallen into an endless sleep.
His body was entangled with various medical lines, and the counting instrument beside the bed made a faint beeping sound at frequent intervals, as if to tell the fragility and tenacity of his life.
Beside him, the young man's old father, Baron Reynolds, looked after him with a haggard expression.
His face was covered with wrinkles, and his eyes were full of fatigue and worry.
But those hands that had grown old still held the young man's hand tightly, as if they wanted to pass on their strength to him.
Right now.
The door of this small and sheltered ward was slowly pushed open with a squeaking sound.
Venisa walked into the ward first:
"Father, how is brother Sergey's health?"
"I don't know either."
Old Baron Reynolds' eyes were dim, and he coughed twice:
"Ahem, cough, I will continue to go to the customs today to plead for mercy and see if I can get Sergey's medical subsidy.
I still have this title.
It’s impossible to be completely ignored by them.”
But he didn't expect it.
Except Venisha.
Two visitors who were dressed in low-key but not luxurious clothes also walked into this small ward. They obviously did not belong to this downtown area:
"they are?"
Hearing the confusion in her father's words, Venisha quickly introduced:
"One is my friend:
Angelia-Christopher.
The other is Kevin Alfred, the butler of Duke Christopher’s family.”
Duke!
He is also the first Duke Christopher in the entire Russian Federation.
Reynolds' mind went blank for a moment.
He quickly recalled the etiquette he should perform when meeting high-ranking nobles, but his long life as a poor man had almost made him forget those.
There are many so-called nobles with hereditary titles.
In fact, in this era, no one cares about it at all, and some people are not even as good as ordinary people.
Compared with the powerful aristocrats, the difference between them and the powerful aristocrats is perhaps even greater than the difference between the Upper Town and Lower Town of St. Petersburg.
Reynolds bowed tremblingly and asked:
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Dear Christopher Duke.
May I take the liberty of asking, what are you here for?"
"Relax."
Angelia said gently and slowly,
"Venisha and I are friends, and this will not change to this day.
And what I came here for.
Venisha, explain this to your father."
Hear her say that.
The weak Baroness also nodded slightly and explained to her father:
"Brother Sergei was seriously injured and even unconscious. It was someone who deliberately killed him."
.......
ten minutes later.
She told her father all the information she knew.
And Baron Reynolds’ old face lost even a trace of color: