Noble Villa [Whistling]

Chapter 53 Responsible

Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere that Edgar had worked so hard to create suddenly dropped back to freezing point.

"□□ will be sentenced to death by the church." Isabella said softly, "I checked the law code in Dad's study."

"Well, I know." Edgar replied.

"Can't it be someone else? Anyone is fine, as long as it's a girl." Isabella pleaded, "Brother, I can't lose you. There are so many girls in this world, as long as you are willing to accept, they will all I like you, you are a gentleman!"

"Isa." Edgar interrupted Isabella, "I'm actually not sure about my relationship with Allah, but one thing I can be sure of is that he is irreplaceable."

"why?"

"Let's go back to your first question, Isabella, I can seriously tell you that I don't like men. Not in the first place, not now, and never will be."

"But what about Allah?"

"This is the second question. I like Allah, if that feeling can be called liking. But it has nothing to do with gender, it just happens to be him." Edgar clasped his hands tightly and replied solemnly.No one knew better than him what consequences his words might have, but he felt he had to make it clear with Isabella.After all, what Isabella said was right, they were brother and sister, and they were responsible for each other.

"elder brother?"

It was at this moment that Catherine and Heathcliff came to the window.

They all knew that they had no choice but to go back obediently.But they were still a little unwilling, so as a sign of giving up, they came to Thrushcross Villa.Ever since seeing Edgar again at the ball that night, Catherine had wondered what the Grange was like.

Thrushcross Grange is different from what she thought, but it also pleases her unexpectedly.A beautiful and splendid place, with a scarlet carpet, and scarlet covers for the tables and chairs, a pure white ceiling trimmed with gold, from the middle of which a mass of glass pendants hung by silver chains, and many small softly lit Candles made it sparkle.Old Lin-Mr. and Mrs. were not there, only Edgar and his sister occupied the room.Catherine felt like she was in heaven!

Isabella, 11, lay across the room screaming as if a witch had stabbed her with red-hot needles.Edgar stood by the fire, weeping quietly, and in the middle of the table sat a little dog shaking its paws and barking.

The sound insulation of the windows was good, and Catherine and Heathcliff began to speculate about what had happened to make the two brothers and sisters confront each other like this.

Heathcliff thought that the puppy was to blame, and he told Catherine his conjecture vividly, almost dancing.Catherine smiled, as Heathcliff had expected, broadly.

They all forgot that they should not do this in their current situation, and they just happily enjoyed this last free time.Now they are all just children, and they don't have the mind to think about the consequences of doing something.

Edgar and Isabella heard the laughter at the same time, and they looked at each other in panic.In order to give Edgar room to play, Mrs. Linton deliberately kept all the servants away from the room.Edgar was so assured of Mrs. Linton's ability that he said all that was on his mind, without expecting that other people would hear about it.If, no if, Edgar gritted his teeth and absolutely must not let the church know.

Edgar and Isabella rushed to the door together like arrows. At first they were silent, and then they heard a terrible sound.

The author has something to say:

In the end, the name was changed

always don't know what i'm doing...

I mean, no one seems to notice

well, that's it