Saving The Argent

Inferno

"Gwyneth Merlin looked up at me." Vincent grabbed hold of her shoulder gently and asked what was going on. After a long time, Merlin was shaken without saying a word, but she was unable to utter a faint sound.

Calm down, Merlin, you must calm down. Tell him that you want out. Vincent will be Gwyneth Merlin's life raft, please say!!

Seeing that she did not say anything, he quickly looked down and his eyes pierced the white thighs with a large patch of fire, covered with only a crudely wound white cloth.

Vincent looked at her in wonder. Why does this look different? He thought that he had understood what was happening and was about to find Viscount Gwyneth at once. In Merlin's eyes, she thinks he is going to abandon her. Merlin grabbed the corner of his shirt, repeating, "Please don't go."

He stiffened with stiffness, and sat aglow face to face with Merlin, shaking hands at her hair. I'm still here. Don't worry.

"Merlin, would you like to come with us? If you nod your head, I'll take you out of here right away."

She rested on Vincent, nodded her head slightly, then fainted again. Perhaps she couldn't believe it, the nod itself would usher in a future that she could not imagine.

Bridget Vincent is satisfied with her answer and cautiously holds Merlin up, carrying her bag of dreaded memories out where eternal light is illuminated.

The nightingale chirped at the window, perching from the branch, gazing into the chamber, and then in droves, flapping away, and giving the sound of songs to all kinds. The weather outside is as bright as it gets, which does not erase the cold hue of Bridget's mansion.

Vincent hid his face, unable to conceal his anger. Then he looked at Asher and said, "If Merlin hadn't come running to me today, how would we know... that my fiance had been through such a bad time…"

Raymond Asher had no idea what to say. He was also unable to believe that the future Duchess had been beaten by the Gwyneth family. Even for an adopted girl, this is too cruel to...

"My Lord, Lady Merlin is awake!"

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Merlin sank into the scene, and it was a rainy night. She agonized back to the gates of hell open. The clouded black skies, which look like the red light of resentment, sometimes the purple of hatred, she carries all the suffering of a tragic death.

No one would want to live a life like that, but could it do something else? At the very beginning of his life, Merlin was a child living in a dark orphanage, without a name, having eaten, bullied, or wept.

The day she learned that she had been adopted, the daughter of a wealthy viscount, the child of five had been rejoicing for a long week. She was given the name "Gwyneth Merlin", officially becoming the mistress of the Gwyneth family throughout the region.

As a result, she would read and re-read that name every day. The more she heard it, the more wonderful it felt, the sweeter her ears, and the more that must have meant something!

But happiness isn't as bad as it should be. Since entering Gwyneth's house, she has found herself only bought to please the Viscountess. The Viscount and she had been married for twenty years but could not have a son, and she mourned and mourned all day.

But when she had the child she wanted, she showed her true self. The Viscountess was willing to beat her up whenever she made a minor mistake and constantly reminded her of her lowly character.

Merlin did not like to look into the mirror, as the Viscountess said she hated her platinum hair. Every time she saw it, she grabbed her hair and screamed the words.

But she never once complained about her ladyship, she considered the Viscountess to be her mother and tried to amuse her. Then Merlin learns that his mother is pregnant with her first child.

The whole family expresses their love for the unborn child, thus transforming her into an invisible person in her own house. No one else noticed the little girl hiding in her bedroom every day, and the days of her starvation and physical assault were no longer strange for her.

On the day Gwyneth Clara was born, cards and hundreds of expensive gifts flocked to the Viscount's house on behalf of their lovely daughter.

What about Merlin? She only knows how to view them, a family of three happy jokers that never belong to her…

Finally, without dreams of her past, she learned to let go and accept the painful reality. What she should face now is the open future ahead of us rather than that dark past.

Gwyneth Merlin closed his eyes and slept in his bed for two days. She slowly opened her eyes, leaving tears rolling down her cheeks. The gaze ached toward the ceiling, and the deep she darkened her mood.

At that time... the garden had begun to fade, perhaps because the flowers knew she didn't like them.

After a loud kickback, Bridget Vincent pushes the door in. Observing what she was putting up at the door, he began to panic, thinking of her desire to throw herself under and try to comfort her.

"Merlin, calm down, don't be foolish. Even if you don't like me, please don't do it! Stay there!"

She turned and looked him in the eye again. It's so different from her previous life. When have you ever stared at me with such concern, Vincent... or have you changed?

"What are you talking about?" The more suspicious Merlin asked, looking at the frightened servants behind him. Isn't it a hyper reaction to her coming back?

He was impatient, twisted, and stretched out his arm past Merlin's neck, lifting her whole body gently. "I will not let you die in front of my eyes."

Sensing Vincent's distorted thinking, she puts her hand over her mouth and smiles. "It seems you are taking me a little wrong."

Her voice, so soothing as to pour honey into his ear, actually made him uneasy to swallow saliva, controlling his emotions to put her in bed. Yet, he asked: "How did I ever misunderstand you?"

"Are you afraid I will jump off?" Merlin pointed out the door, bringing back some memories. Bridget Vincent's unshaven feelings completely, forcing him to nod.

Receiving a satisfying answer, she smiled on her back, leaning slowly on her soft pillow behind her, saying: "You do not need to worry about me, I love to live. So leave me alone. Okay?"

Feeling that his kindness was not in place, Vincent felt sad. He bowed down without speaking, with his hands still tightly bound to his small wrist, and begged to leave. But then, he got up, too, and turned to leave no goodbye.

Merlin watched from his back, eventually finding some space for himself. Bridget Vincent was not well known, but rumors spread around the country that he would not live past the age of twenty-eight.

The day she left, as he lay weak in the hospital bed, everyone had prepared themselves for his painful death, when he was twenty-seven. They both died so early in her previous life, and if her fate changed, Vincent still had less than three years to live?

With Merlin at ease, she wonders why the previous life itself wants to escape him, but despite the "Duchess Bridget" bond that has never been relaxed, it is easier to breathe than the villains out there.

Gwyneth Merlin, sitting outside his bed, noticed that a maid had not left and asked, "Are you...?"

The girl was about seventeen and eighteen, and her face still looked much more innocent and pure than at that age. She was timid, and her hands were woven together, and she replied, "Lady, I am Sofia, your servant."

She nods, in her previous life with Jenna, and so she refuses to add a new woman. For now, she needs faithful people who will be at her side to live peacefully.

Sofia gives her a glass of hot milk, puts it on the top of her bed, and says gently: "Maybe you don't like the duke, but he is really good. I've been here a few years, but I think it might be his condition or because he isn't expressing his true feelings. Please don't misunderstand the Duke."

The glass ripples up into the glass, the sweet-boiled, slightly poisoned milk that doesn't make her feel the envy that Merlin had to drink too much milk and moldy bread, now found to be vomit.

"Sofia, can you please go out? I'm just tired and I want to sleep." She ends up curling her nose dry with milk, exhausted, and leaning against her knees, with no protests, telling Sofia.

"So I'll go out first, and I'll wake you up to have dinner." Sofia gently bogs her head, smiles and hastens, and knocks the door away, unable to linger and ruin her sleep.

Merlin, lying in her bed, was nearly forty minutes older than she could take a nap, surely because she still had a lot of anxiety inside.

She remembers what Sofia said. They had not seen each other so much, but she had refused to see him.

The hanging of the wall at four o 'clock in the afternoon, the noise of continual closeness caused her soul to itch and become so annoying. Merlin is depressed about leaving the room, but her leg becomes a hindrance. She stands up and calls.

"Sofia. Sofia! Where are you?" Merlin called, but there was no response. Tired, she stepped down from bed, her legs still unhealed, she would slow down, her doorknob would slowly turn, and she would gently push the heavy door toward the corridor.

She no longer seemed so familiar with the scene. Gwyneth Merlin follows the path leading to the pantry and sees Iris busy making arrangements with other ladies.

Everyone beheld her respectfully, and she nodded politely. Merlin came up with a cold expression, threatening the frightened Iris, and almost knelt: "My lady, I am so sorry for not waking you up. That's my fault!"

The sense of position long since we are not experiencing it is one of pleasure, but most of her hate is one. She looked down at little Iris from above with a rare smile: "I'm hungry. Could you bring me something to eat?"

A maid sees a scene and misunderstands her, running to Sofia to cover her. "Lady Merlin is not the Duchess yet! We are only serving the owner of this house, miss, please have dignity!"

The contemplation is the only word that speaks of her face, nor is it "good" to the woman before her face. Yes, bravely, facing her eyes without losing sight, she could indeed help Merlin.

"What is your name, and then?" Merlin then proceeds to place his hands on the girl's shoulders, gently asks her, and then himself at the table.

She held fast to the palm of her hand, not daring to shout at her verbally poisoned daughter. "I'm Elina, Byent Elina."

Merlin was bored sitting on a handkerchief with his hands on Elina's chin staring: "Do you want to be my servant? I love tough women."

When Elina is confronted with the suggestion, she is not happy and alert as never before: "You are in no position to choose your servant for this place."

Merlin frowned at her eyebrows, unable to hide her anger, and heard a calm voice coming from behind.

''Who says she has no qualifications?''