Chapter 12
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My father is missing.
Missing at sea is just a more euphemism for death. It is very likely that —— Lizzie suddenly felt a blood surge and chest tightness, but because she never wore a corset, she was just breathless and was not lucky to faint.
She had to face the reality.
She may be losing her father forever.
At the thought, she was cold and wanted to put on a hundred clothes. But even with her clothes on, she was still cold. The cold meaning is from the bottom of my heart, only by thick clothes, completely unable.
Her mind constantly replay the past, like a lantern, one after another. They aren't always so rich. In the most difficult times, they will suffer coldly wherever they go. However, because her father was always in front of her, she had never felt the pain of life.
And mother. She knew that her father loved her mother very much, and that she was always on her vest. Even later, someone gave him a Swiss made gold pocket watch, he just played for a while, gave it to her, continued to use the black and old silver pocket watch.
Although he never talked about his mother and looked not to care about fame. But she knew that he cared so much care. He never allow people in front of her "yankee", "speculators", "country", "mixed", such as discriminatory words at the same time, however, he encouraged her to ignore the reputation, indulge her drink spirits, do not wear corsets, like a man riding on horseback, appreciate her a rebellious idea out of line.
"But... Father," she said to herself sadly, " how can two people who care about fame have children who do not care about fame. I finally fell into the trap of reputation.”
For fame, she married a man she completely disliked, naively thinking that everything could be solved by getting his title.
She lived in a city completely unsuitable for her, speaking broken French, and the ladies never teased her to her face, but the eyes of their servants often made her angry.
She kept comforting herself that she did it for profit, just like a noble young man marrying rich women for money. But after getting the profit, she was not happy. But at least she can comfort herself, the father do not have to suffer cold eyes, can live wanton some —— now, she finally comfort themselves have no reason.
She has made a mess of her life.
No, she can't think so. —— Lizzie stopped it in time. To follow this idea, in a while she had to jump into the river. For the good, dad must still be alive.
Yes, he must be alive. Mr.Adler was a veteran captain, and though he is not now sailing, he knows the Atlantic Ocean better than anyone else, and he has an island near the Caribbean —— he must survive. Between life and death, she could not think like a fool. This not only can not help his father, but also let oneself feel unable to face life.
Lizzie recovered a little, returned to her bedroom, took the revolver from her father from the drawer, held it in her hand, and stuck it to her face, trying to draw strength from it.
Miraculously, she actually got the strength from it, and completely calmed down.
She wrote a letter to her father's assistant, hoping he would tell her of the story.
Her assistant's reply made her get colder.
He said Mr.Edler was probably murdered.
The assistant had been with his father for nearly forty years, and the civil war was his father's most loyal companion. They panned for gold together, sold goods together, speculated in grain trading, and went to Cuba together to inspect the plantations there. Their relationship is unbreakable. The assistant could never deceive her.
However, when she hurried over to ask who had killed her father, her assistant was silent.
The assistant can not betray his father, so there is only one possibility left to —— he also had an accident.
Who's behind it?
Even when his father returned safely, Lizzie would feel angry when he recalled this time.
The disappearance of his father exposed the cruel side of the world without warning.
People comfort her, while showing the expression of the drama —— a speculative daughter, with a huge dowry married to marry a famous family, now protect her tree fell, they want to know, her future will be how miserable.
Yes, they are far less rich than her, they are heavily in debt, in order to maintain the superficial noble pursuit of rich women, but they still have noble blood, elegant demeanor, dignified behavior, follow the system and customs of the old world.
In the old world, Lizzie should be despised, even if she was rich and supporting the whole Charlotte family on her own.
In such an cold environment, her mind became more clear.
She was strong enough to forget the pain of her father's disappearance, so as not to be too sad and cry all day. She ordered people to buy the New Orleans newspaper before and after her father's disappearance.
"I'll cheer up," she inhaled deeply, constantly hypnosing herself. " My father is missing, I have to cheer up. Forget the messy gossip and deal with them later.”
But she did not let those people go, took a piece of paper, put their names down, in order to the future precision retaliation.
She locked herself in her bedroom, reading over the newspaper, trying to find a single trace of it.
However, it is like a few pieces of the puzzle, no matter how to spell out, can not spell out the whole picture.
She told herself again and again, not to be weak, not to be sad, she must cheer up, late at night, but still sobbing quietly in bed.
After crying, her throat was blocked, so she went to the kitchen and poured a glass of brandy.
But Lance followed and saw her drinking, with a ghost expression as if she was fooling with a man.
"You shouldn't ——," he said bluntly, "You shouldn't ——"
It was clear that breeding prevented him from making more severe accusations.
If usual, she could barely endure his pedantic and stuffy, but now, her father is missing, missing, his noble blue eyes, still can only see that she should not drink.
She had never hated him so much. She lifted her head and said coldly, " Go away.”
Lance looked at her in disbelief.
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