Sister, look at him!

Chapter 381 When the Rose Withers 4

When I returned to the room with a heavy heart, Mrs. Perry was still sitting in front of the fireplace. She gracefully put down the delicate white porcelain teacup in her hand.

"Come here dear, sit here," she said gently.

Carol walked over and sat down obediently, saying softly, "Aunt."

Mrs. Perry's eyes were gentle and inquiring, "Carol, what do you think of Mr. Capet?"

Mr. Capet? Edwin?

Carol was stunned for a moment, seemingly confused as to why Mrs. Perry was asking these questions, but she still answered honestly, "Ai... Mr. Capet is very nice."

Mrs. Perry smiled with satisfaction.

She picked up the cup again and took a sip of the red tea. "Very good. Hilda is very pleased with you too."

What's the meaning……

Carol suddenly reacted, her face turned red, and she stammered, "Aunt, I don't like Mr. Capet..."

"It doesn't matter whether I like it or not." Mrs. Perry was frighteningly calm. She seemed to have thought of something, and there was endless sorrow in her eyes.

But in a flash, she put away her emotions again, "Mr. Capet is the youngest son and cannot inherit the title, but his family's wealth is enough to make him prosperous for the rest of his life. You are the descendant of a noble family that has fallen on hard times, so your status is comparable to his."

Carol pursed her lips, as if trying to express her refusal with silence.

"Don't even think about it, Dr. Dean." Mrs. Perry's tone was neither light nor heavy, and she patiently analyzed the pros and cons for Carol. "He is still entangled with the Dodge family, so you should not wade into this muddy water."

Carol said nothing and remained silent.

Mrs. Perry didn't know what to say. Looking at Carol's expression, she frowned slightly and thought of a bad possibility, so she asked tentatively, "What do you think of Mr. Grant?"

Grant, Timothy's last name.

Carol shook her head slightly and finally spoke, "I don't know, we only said two sentences."

Mrs. Perry breathed a sigh of relief. "He suddenly appeared in London three years ago and has been hanging around in the East End. Although the poems he published are brilliant, they are too pointed. Carol, try not to get involved with him."

There were many nobles who liked him, but there were also many who hated him.

Carol's voice was muffled, "Don't I have any other choice besides Edwin?"

Mrs. Perry said calmly, "Besides Edwin, the only person of your age is his brother. But he is going to inherit the title, Carol. Do you think he will choose you?"

This question stunned Carol, and she looked a little at a loss. Her violet eyes were wide open, her long and curled eyelashes were trembling slightly, and her cherry-colored lips were bitten a little white.

Mrs. Perry looked at Carol in a daze.

Carol was so beautiful that she even felt that the man would really marry her despite his family's opposition.

But no!

Mrs. Perry threw the thought out of her mind. She had witnessed many tragic endings of women using their beauty to please men, and she would not let her niece suffer such a fate.

"I don't mean to push you." Mrs. Perry sighed. "Just for my sake and your mother's sake, Carol, try to get along with Edwin, okay?"

"aunt……"

Carol's throat was tight and her voice was hoarse. She felt her nose a little sore. She lowered her head hurriedly and said "hmm" in a very low voice.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed and it was the day that Carol and Edwin had agreed to meet. Edwin came to Mrs. Perry's place early to pick up Carol.

"Let's go watch Othello first." Edwin whispered mysteriously to Carol, "After that, let's secretly go to the East End to find out about the strange disease."

Carol was a little nervous and scared, but she was more excited by the excitement. She had been following the rules for so many years and had never been so bold and unrestrained.

"It's just the two of us, is everything okay?"

She suppressed the excitement in her heart.

Edwin shook his finger mysteriously, "Don't worry, Charles is there, we can go to his free clinic."

Edwin's plan was very thorough and it was obvious that he was used to doing this kind of thing. Carol didn't have to think at all when he led her. She just had to keep running at his pace.

But she didn't know that people with strange diseases could be so scary.

Her fast running caused the hairpins that tied her hair to fall off her smooth hair, and her light golden hair spread out and was blown by the wind and flew behind her.

She and Edwin held hands tightly. They didn't dare to stop or look back. They just ran forward desperately.

"boom--"

After a gunshot, a "thump" sound was heard behind him.

Carol didn't know what was happening behind her, and she didn't dare to look back, so she just kept running forward.

Edwin was exhausted and fell to the ground. Carol was dragged by him and stumbled forward a few steps, running into an embrace with a faint fragrance.

The cold and hard jewelry hurt her face and she couldn't help but gasp.

A pair of big hands supported her arms, and the woman's slightly hoarse voice sounded above her head, "Miss Crane, are you okay?"

Carol endured the soreness in her eyes and said, "I'm fine, Edwin..."

The man who fired the gun had already walked to Edwin. He skillfully helped Edwin up, pried open his mouth and fed him a pill.

Edwin coughed twice, and his pale face regained some color.

"Doctor Charles...?" Carol was stunned. "You, you... why are you here?"

The person who fired the gun was Charles. He helped Edwin to stand up and said, "My free clinic is nearby."

Carol looked again at the woman in front of her who was supporting her.

She was wearing a black nun's uniform and looked to be in her thirties. She had a sterling silver cross around her neck. It was the cross that had hurt Carol.

"Thank you," she said gratefully.

Clark shook her head, "You're welcome, I'm Charles' sister, his friends are my friends."

Charles' sister?

He was Elena's former family doctor.

Carol searched her memory for Clark's words.

Edwin no longer had the high spirits he had before. He looked at the patient lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, and asked with lingering fear, "Is this what happens to adults who have contracted the plague?"

Carol also subconsciously looked at the patient who fell to the ground, and her body couldn't help but shudder.

His face was pale, his eyes were bloodshot, and he had fangs growing out of his mouth. He looked just like a vampire in a book!

and many more……

Carol's face suddenly changed. Could those people with strange diseases all be vampires?

But, but...

Vampires are fake...

Carol was not sure, nor did she dare to tell anyone else about her guess, so she could only keep it in her heart and torture herself.

No, she would investigate the epidemic again when she had the chance.

Clark had been looking at Carol, very seriously, until Carol inadvertently turned her head and met her eyes.

"...Ms. Dean, do you have any other questions?" Carol asked uncertainly. She didn't know why Clark kept staring at her like that, making her feel as if she was being seen through and at a loss.

"Do you know Carl? Carl Frank."