Jia Huan cannot tolerate the misunderstanding that has happened to her, especially when she is misunderstood by her lover.

If Si Baining really hates herself for not fighting, then she should simply tell him now that she cares about him very much, is very reluctant, and wants to elope with him!

Jia Huan covered her chest that was rising rapidly, and secretly made up her mind. She had no choice but to let Thomas down first. After all, it would be better for her father to break his trust once by chance than to lose Si Bai Ning for the rest of his life. Wait for this.

After the incident calmed down, he came back to apologize to his father and repay him twice as much for his upbringing.

The family sweetheart looked around at this bedroom that had been with her for eight years. The thick dark purple velvet curtains were graceful and elegant, the tulle bed curtains were as elegant and light as the wind, the Baroque-style copper chandeliers, the abstract oil paintings with golden frames, and the royal style.

dark brown sofa and ivory white marble fireplace.

Those small exquisite porcelain vases, jewelry ornaments, carved gold-embedded ornaments on the dressing table, and even the continuous and winding maroon patterns on the wallpaper all looked so familiar and cordial to Jia Huan.

This was Thomas's love for her. Whether it was materially or spiritually, Thomas took great care of and nurtured her. All of this was a special gift from God after she encountered various misfortunes.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I really can't live without Si Baining. But I can't live without you either. I hope you can forgive me for this selfish decision when I come back."

Jia Huan took a deep breath, secretly made up his mind, opened the door and walked out of the bedroom.

The music in the hall has stopped long ago, and the entire Sherrock Castle has become quiet and peaceful. The guests today are as usual, most of them are nobles who live in northern France not far from the Rhine Falls, and the Swiss canton of Schaffhausen. They

After the banquet, they would be drunk and taken home by the driver to rest, and Si Baining did not need to entertain them too much.

Jia Huan thought about it and walked resolutely towards Si Baining's bedroom on the second floor...

"Dang-dang"

Jia Huan tapped three times as usual, then folded his arms in front of his chest, trying to calm down his mind.

The corridor was as quiet as usual. Compared with the noisy and extravagant reception at the previous reception, it seemed even colder. Jia Huan waited patiently for a while and saw that the door was still closed.

She stared at the motionless door lock, blinked, and her chest was pounding. Thinking of Si Baining's indifferent expression when he brought Zhao Nianen to find her before, he didn't even look at herself. Could it be that he was really angry?

Don’t want to see yourself?!

No, we can't let him continue to misunderstand like this! Jia Huan thought, stretched out his hand to grasp the door handle, twisted it, and pushed the door open with a "whoosh". The cold air that was almost stationary in the corridor waited for an opportunity to rush in along the door crack.

Room.

Jia Huan lifted up her messed up hair and let out a sigh of relief as she looked at the empty room. It turned out that Si Baining hadn't come back yet. The gloom in her heart disappeared, and a charming smile gradually bloomed on her cheeks.

"Bang! Bang! Click!" A burst of noise suddenly sounded.

Si Baining's bedroom was at the corner of the second floor of the main castle and was very claustrophobic. Hearing the unusual sound, Jia Huan hurriedly closed the door of Si Baining's bedroom and walked towards the center of the corridor.

There is a European-style mural in the center of the corridor on the second floor. Behind the mural is a large study room. Thomas's bedroom is next to the study room on the other side of the castle. There is a trap door between the study room and the bedroom to facilitate his free entry and exit.

The sound sounded like it was coming from the study, but Thomas should be taking a rest at this time. Moreover, the study was very soundproofed. As long as the door was closed, even if a gunfight occurred inside, no one standing outside would be able to hear any sound.

Jia Huan frowned, her heart beating hard for no reason. She quickly rounded the corner and quickened her pace. From a distance, she saw the door of the study room was slightly open, and soft light sprinkled the light brown cashmere corridor like a gauze.

On the woven carpet.

Jia Huan stroked his chest, getting closer and closer to the small patch of light, and suddenly started to hesitate.

Originally, she just wanted to find Si Baining to explain her feelings. Jiahuan believed that as long as she proposed to elope, Si Baining would no longer have any doubts or objections about her. But tonight, drunkenly and drunkenly, it was the two of them who ran away.

the best time.

Jia Huan felt vaguely guilty. If he rashly broke into his father's study, there was no guarantee that his father wouldn't notice.

While hesitating, a rustling sound came from the study again. Jia Huan felt that he was in a very unsafe position. Once Thomas walked out of the room, his behavior would appear even more suspicious.

I don't know where Si Baining is, and thinking that my father is not sleeping, there is no way that I can run away. Now that I am here, I just want to see my father again. Thinking of this, Jia Huan pursed her lips and gently pushed open the half door of the study room.

The closed door whispered:

"Daddy~ you haven't—"

Before he finished speaking, his voice suddenly got stuck in his throat and stagnated. Jia Huan stood at the door with his mouth open, staring at the study in horror as if dark clouds shrouded his eyes.

The two-meter-high red coral that was originally placed next to the desk was broken into pieces like severed limbs and lay on the floor, which was eye-catching. The desk lamp without the lampshade was leaning on the floor beside the corner of the desk.

, the sharp light pierced Jia Huan's eyes like countless silver needles.

It hurts! Thick mist filled her eyes instantly. Jia Huan blinked and saw that the light cord was wrapped around Thomas' ankle wearing slippers.

Thomas was lying motionless on the floor in a black nightgown. The slipper on his other foot had long since disappeared, and his pale toes pointed weakly at the ceiling. Spinning bent over and knelt beside Thomas like a sculpture.

, motionless.

What's going on? Why is daddy lying on the floor in such a mess?! What on earth happened?!

"Daddy!" Jia Huan shouted. When Si Baining heard the exclamation, he slowly raised his head. His eyes were full of sadness, and there were cold traces of tears on his cheeks.

Jia Huan looked at him, feeling as if someone had shot him in the chest, which was hollow and weak. This feeling seemed familiar, as if he heard the bad news about his parents from Uncle Wang ten years ago.

"No -" Jia Huan stepped forward in panic and knelt down on the floor. She held Thomas's head up with trembling hands. Her light blond curly hair was still soft and smooth, and the ends of her hair were slightly damp. Her golden eyelashes hung down on her eyelids, and

The corners of the mouth were slightly raised together to form the arc of a smile. The bridge of the nose stood stubbornly high in the center, but there was no flow of breathing, calmly and peacefully announcing the sad end of a life.

"Daddy, Daddy, look at me! What's wrong with you? What's wrong with Daddy?!"

Jia Huan's last words were directed at Si Bai Ning. Si Bai Ning trembled when he heard the words and turned to look at Jia Huan. He twitched the corners of his mouth as if he had something to say, but did not make any sound.

"Why are you crying! What happened to Daddy?! You should talk!" Jia Huan shouted as if he was out of control, tears welling up in his eyes.

Holding Thomas's heavy and cold arm and shaking it desperately, his voice was hoarse: "Daddy, please open your eyes and look at me, look at me, Daddy -"

"Moy!" Si Baining finally let out a muffled roar, stretched out his arm around Jia Huan's shoulders, and pressed her wildly shaking head into his chest.

"Don't be like this, don't be like this, it's useless..." Si Baining said sadly.

"No! Tell me, daddy, what happened to him?! He was fine at the reception just now. Was he drunk? Passed out? Did he fall asleep? Why didn't you call the doctor!!"

Jia Huan beat Si Bai Ning's chest desperately. She couldn't face this reality. She never thought that her long-cherished wish to "see Daddy again" would turn out to be a life-and-death parting with Thomas. No! Daddy is not dead, and it is impossible.

Death. I had just blown out the birthday candles and made a wish for Thomas to have a long and healthy life. How could Daddy...

"Telephone, where's the phone?" Jia Huan opened his empty eyes, stood up in panic, searched around, and finally found the broken ceramic phone behind the sofa chair. Jia Huan inserted it into the round number hole with trembling fingers.

, broadcasting Dr. Brown's number from memory.

"No!" Si Baining suddenly shouted, as if he was an order that could not be resisted.

Jia Huan raised her head and looked at Si Baining blankly. She clutched the phone receiver tightly, and the busy tone kept ringing, like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, beating heavily in her heart.

"Why? Or - what are you afraid of!"

Jia Huan's words were like ice picks that cut into the heart. Si Baining's whole body trembled, avoiding Jia Huan's intimidating gaze, and slowly stood up from the floor:

"Things are not as simple as you think, and Thomas is not as simple as you think."

Jia Huan seemed to understand, and gritted his teeth in sympathy: "What are you talking about?!"

At this point, Si Baining is still trying to be mysterious and say such nonsensical and confusing words. This is completely unlike his usual straightforward style. And at this moment, there is nothing better than calling a doctor or calling the police.

What about the more important thing? What secret is there that I don’t know?!

Si Baining still lowered his head, facing Jia Huan's doubts, his expression was tangled and forbearing. After a long time, he took a deep breath and raised his head to look at Jia Huan as if he had made up his mind, his eyes firm:

(Torran Sturm)"?!" Jia Huan said in surprise.

Her eyes were fixed on Si Baining's perfect but expressionless face for a moment, as if she wanted to find any flaw in the secret, even a trace of it.

How could Thomas be that evil commercial spy?! He was a gentleman, elegant, generous, and loved him like his biological father. In the eight years since he adopted him, he had hardly even left Fort Sherlock, so how could he be engaged in commercial espionage?

.

"Impossible?! Thomas can't be the notorious commercial spy. How could he be Torland Sturm, who specializes in adopting orphans and working for him?!"

Jia Huan suddenly opened his eyes wide, and a trace of hesitation flashed across his eyes, leaving scars after the truth passed through his eyes. Si Baining lowered his eyes silently and nodded affirmatively. Jia Huan looked at him, his eyes gradually lost focus, and his hands trembled.
Chapter completed!