Sister, look at him!

Chapter 390 When the Rose Withers 13

Edwin looked conflicted. He shook his head and nodded.

"I hope Carol is happy. If she likes Big Brother, I certainly hope she can be with Big Brother." Edwin scratched his head in distress, "But I don't know what Carol thinks."

Charles didn't know what to say to this young master who was ignorant of the world. If Zane had this idea, it would be difficult for Carol to refuse. In terms of power and wealth, the Crane family and Mrs. Perry combined could not compare to the Capet family.

In fact, it is just as Charles said.

Mrs. Perry had already had someone start packing up Carol's things.

She didn't believe that Zane's love for Carol was pure.

"Aunt..." Carol was a little confused by Mrs. Perry's behavior, "What are you doing?"

Mrs. Perry closed her eyes, gave up the elegance and pride she was proud of, and hugged Carol tightly, her voice trembling a little.

"My dear, maybe I made a wrong decision by asking you to come to London."

Roses have thorns. They are more passionate and colorful than violets, but also more wild and untamed. Perhaps Carol should have lived a carefree life in Cranbrook Manor. The vast fields were what really suited her, not the rules and regulations of London.

"Why?" Carol didn't understand. "Is it because of Mr. Cape?"

Mrs. Perry stroked her cheek, "My dear, you don't need to know so much. Anne will pack your things soon, and you can leave London and return to Cran Manor tomorrow morning."

"Aunt..." Panic began to spread in Carol's heart.

Didn't Mrs. Perry want her anymore?

The only impression she had of her mother was a pair of clear purple eyes, just like Mrs. Perry in front of her.

During her time in London, she had always considered Mrs. Perry her mother. But now, Mrs. Perry didn't want her anymore...

Carol seemed to have lost all her strength.

She returned to her room in a daze and leaned against the head of the bed in a daze.

There was a bunch of fresh violets in the vase, instead of the usual red roses.

A surge of anger suddenly rose in Carol's heart. She always felt that she shouldn't be so passive and submissive.

But I have always been like this...

The inexplicable feeling of contradiction made Carol more and more annoyed, and she actually stretched out her hands, grabbed the vase and smashed it against the wall.

The door of the room happened to be opened, and the broken porcelain pieces scratched the delicate skin of the visitor.

Carol was startled. She looked at the person who came in helplessly, "Aunt... I, I didn't mean it..."

Mrs. Perry did not blame her, but just looked at her with a hurt look and turned away from the room.

Carol slumped on the ground in a daze.

What did she just do?

She looked down at her hands in disbelief. How could she have so much strength, especially when she was still sick and weak.

A calf-high double-handled vase, half filled with water, and containing a huge bunch of violets, was just picked up by her and thrown towards the door several meters away?

Something is wrong. It is so wrong...

Just when she was doubting her life, Anne knocked on the door, "Miss, can I come in?"

Carol was stunned, looking at the porcelain pieces and scattered violets on the floor, frantically trying to cover up the crime like a child who had done something wrong.

Anne didn't hear a reply for a long time, and was afraid that something might happen to Carol again, so she pushed the door open quickly.

Carol was startled and didn't notice the sharp porcelain piece in her hand. A long cut was immediately made on the soft palm of her hand. The bright red blood dripped onto the wet floor, leaving a bloodstain.

"Miss!" Annie immediately squatted down and held Carol's hand distressedly, "You need to apply some medicine quickly..."

Carol suddenly held Anne with her other hand and said, "Don't tell your aunt, Anne, take me to the Duke of Capet's house. I want to see Mr. Capet."

Anne was stunned. "Miss, your hand..."

"Don't worry." Carol endured the pain, "Dr. Charles is there too. He will help me treat the wound."

Seeing that Anne was still somewhat reluctant, Carol slowed down her tone and said sincerely, "Only in this way can I stay in London."

Anne didn't understand why Carol did this, but she didn't want Carol to leave, so she nodded and said, "Okay."

In the carriage, Carol pressed the wound on her palm with a handkerchief, and she was full of worries.

Just when she was injured, she thought a lot. She didn't know why Mrs. Perry asked her to leave, but she guessed it might be related to Edwin or Zane.

She knew that Mrs. Perry had wanted her to marry Edwin at first, but now Zane had proposed to her.

Did Mrs. Perry disagree? But it was unlikely. Zane was the eldest son and had absolute inheritance rights. If she could marry Zane, the wealth and power she would gain would be beyond words.

Perhaps Mrs. Perry was afraid that she couldn’t control Zain, but she was also afraid of Zain’s power, so she wanted her to leave quickly.

But these were all Carol's guesses. What she didn't know was that her guesses were indeed correct.

She would still do it even if she knew.

Carol is confident that she can control Zane, as she remembers how her cousin married a count.

Her cousin scratched herself and sat by the lake, crying silently.

My cousin was so beautiful. Her golden hair was prettier than the ears of wheat in the field, and her blue eyes were clearer than the lake. Her tearful look stunned the young Carol.

The count was as stunned as Carol.

It just so happened that I was injured too.

Carol looked down at the handkerchief that was stained with blood. Would Zane hold her hand and wipe away the tears from her eyes with heartache, just like the earl did to his cousin?

For some reason, when Carol thought of this, she didn't feel any romantic emotions in her heart, but only a desire to conquer the unknown.

At the gate of the Duke's Palace.

When Charles left with the medicine box, he smelled an inexplicable sweet fragrance, just like his favorite apple pie when he was a child. At that time, his father was always busy, and he had to study all day and all night, so his younger sister took on the responsibility of cooking.

Apple pie is his sister's specialty.

It smelled so good, the aroma of apple was everywhere, and the apple pie seemed to be right next to his mouth.

His empty stomach was protesting to him. His eyes gradually became darker. He needed that piece of "apple pie".

His nostrils flared as he smelled the aroma of apple pie as he entered the Duke's Palace. The girl in the yellow skirt was helped out of the carriage by the servants of the Duke's Palace.

It's Carol.

Charles stopped and came back to his senses.

His stomach was still protesting, but he fled from the Duke's Mansion in a very embarrassed manner.