Why it never ends

Chapter 244
Tanglar nodded in horror.

"I'm full too."

Hesta pushed aside the stool, got up and left.

……

In the morning, Hesta stood idly on the terrace on the second floor and watched the scenery. She observed the topography of the manor and the design of the circulation here—whether it was Tanglar’s ​​manor or Villefort’s ducal mansion, both of them were familiar with the labyrinth. Gardens have a soft spot.

In order to reduce blind spots, Victoria had asked Paul to cut off all the bushes in the Duke's mansion.When a person stands right in front of the maze, the scene in front of them can be seen at a glance, only the light yellow broken branches and some scattered leaves are like imprints on the ground, still showing the original trend of the maze.

It was a very bleak scene, especially in winter when all things are silent.In comparison, the labyrinth garden in Tanglar Manor is much better. Although the shrubs are only half the height of a person, the evergreen branches and leaves can still show some vitality.

During the silence, Hesta used her mind as a sand table, where she verified and reconstructed the killing plan again and again, as if playing chess with herself, both attacking and defending.

In the distance, Alvira was walking in the garden holding Villefort's hand. The two had peaceful expressions and were watching a group of birds scrambling for food by the tree.Alvir stretched out her fingers, and a bold bird flew directly to land on her knuckles.

Hesta looked at the beautiful figure of this lady, unconsciously lost in thought.

Suddenly, she felt footsteps behind her, and when she glanced sideways, she found that it was Calvin.

Calvin walked to Hesta's side and also leaned over the railing.

"Is Sean okay?" Hesta took the initiative, "I may have been a little heavy last night."

Calvin shook his head, "He's fine."

Hesta waited for a long time, but didn't hear Calvin's next words. She turned her head and stared directly at his face: "You didn't come to chat with me, did you?"

"...I want to explain what you heard in the study last night—"

Hesta smiled, "I said I didn't hear anything."

"I know you heard." Calvin stood up straight, and he turned his whole body to Hesta. "It's about Mrs. Alvira's reputation. I can't pretend nothing happened."

Hesta sighed softly, and continued to look far away, looking at Alvira in the garden, "Say it, I'm listening."

"I really care about Mrs. Alvira's safety, because she is very much like my mother.

"I realized this when I ran into it at the Clark Center before. My mother is not as thin as Mrs. Alvira, but she also has this blonde hair. Very... beautiful."

Hesta's gaze was suddenly absent for a moment, and she frowned slightly, not knowing what she was thinking.

"...So, I don't want anything to happen to her."

Hesta scratched his head: "The assassin didn't seem to have harmed the victim's family until now?"

"If the Duke dies, she will be heartbroken." Calvin looked into the distance, "I don't want her to be sad either."

Hesta looked sideways at Calvin, "No wonder you want to come here on your own initiative."

"I think Sean feels the same way as I do, but he doesn't say—"

Hesta raised his eyebrows: "How do you know that?"

"I can feel it." Calvin said softly, "He certainly doesn't want to see Mrs. Alvira suffer the pain of losing her spouse..."

Hesta just laughed. Just as she was about to say something, her eyes were suddenly attracted by two figures in the distance—that was Palan and a man in a suit and leather shoes. The two were chatting and laughing, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

Although the two of them were just walking in the garden at this time, the man was still wearing an exquisite silver mask, and Hesta could see some shining gems and gorgeous bird feathers adorned on the mask from a long distance away.

She almost recognized at a glance that it was Gray whom she had seen last night.

Hesta pushed the railing, took a few steps back, and interrupted Calvin's words: "If Sean really thought so, he wouldn't deliberately approach Sophie."

Calvin looked at her puzzled.

"I know you and Sean are two different kinds of people, Carl, but what's the difference between endless forgiveness and indulgence..." Hesta waved his hand at Calvin casually, "I suddenly remembered that there are still some matter, let’s go first.”

……

Hesta went downstairs quickly and saw a family doctor bandaging Tanglar in the hall on the first floor. The Viscount was leaning on the sofa by the window like a fat bag wrapped in human skin.

He supported the wound with one hand, and hung his hand on his belly, making a plaintive "whoosh" sound. Some bandages and a pair of scissors were placed on the low table in front of him.

Hesta glanced at Tanglar's stomach with some disgust. She seemed to have felt the sight of fat overflowing after the man's abdominal cavity was cut open...it must be very disgusting.

Tanglar also caught a glimpse of Hesta who was going downstairs, and he smiled a little courteously: "Are you going...to go out?"

"Well, the weather is fine."

As Hesta spoke, she walked to a row of small bookshelves behind Danglar. She glanced at the collection of books above and considered which one to take.

"If you don't mind, you can visit my pomegranate garden later. I'll ask Townsend to bring some horses..."

Danglar talked eloquently, and Hesta had picked up four or five books to read in her hand, but after a cursory browsing of the catalog, she quickly put the books back in place.

Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of a copy of "Selected Short Stories of Ernest", and Hesta's eyes changed slightly. This time, she did not flip through the catalog, but directly took the book in her hand.

"Thank you, Viscount, for your kindness. I will find a place to sit nearby without your arrangement."

"Wait, Miss Eureka, I have some questions—"

Hesta stopped and turned around, "You have something to ask Victoria, I'm only responsible for the work related to the assassin."

Tanglar nodded with a stiff expression, and watched Hesta go out.

When the hall became quiet, Tanglar snorted coldly: "These mercury needles, one or two are so proud, they are so proud all day long, I don't know who to show them to—"

Before the words were finished, a floor lamp fell from the sky. The broken metal lamp pole was inserted straight between Tanglar's left arm and thigh, and the hard plastic lampshade fell heavily on the other side of the Viscount's head. He exploded and fell to the ground in horror.

"Ah..." Trisha poked her head out from the second floor, "Are you all right, Mr. Tanglar?"

Danglar's face was pale, without any trace of blood. He covered his head with one hand, staring blankly at Tereza with a kind expression above his head.

On the second floor, Teresa said in a concerned tone, "I seem to have heard that you have something to ask for Victoria?"

Tanglar shivered, "No, no..."

He grabbed back the cane that fell on the ground, and with the help of the family doctor, he barely got up, "I'm a little unwell... first, go back and rest."

(End of this chapter)