Chapter 907: Youthful Past (Ⅱ)

"Monterofim took good care of me, and I was lucky to survive."

Madame Josephine said quietly.

"Later, our situation improved. Trophim also gathered a group of street gangsters and formed a gang to make money by doing some shady 'dirty jobs' for businessmen."

"Your mentor, who cared a lot about that disgraceful experience, when he had to bring up that past, he always downplayed himself as a gangster, and this was another trick he played. "

"In fact, he is the founder of the "Moriarty Gang", leading the big brother, and I am the 'big brother's woman'. We used to have infinite scenery in the street world of Lower Midgard."

"During the time when the 'Moriarty Gang' was the most popular, Trophim was somewhat swollen and did something behind my back. Guess what?"

Madame Josephine smiled mysteriously.

Joan scratched her head, and guessed with some embarrassment: "Could it be that the tutor is behind your back... to get along with other women?"

"Haha! I knew you would think so."

Madam Josephine smiled triumphantly, like a little girl who succeeded in a prank.

"He cheated with other women. I won't take this kind of thing to heart, and I won't forget it to this day."

"What is it?" Joan asked curiously.

"Trophim, on a snowy winter night, set a fire without telling me, and burned the monastery that adopted me and expelled me...to a clean slate."

Joan could not help but shudder.

Does the so-called "clean" include the nuns in addition to the monastery's buildings?

"Later I learned about this, how should I put it... My love and fear for Trophim have both deepened."

Madame Josephine sighed, her eyes darkened and melancholy

"The arson and burning down of the monastery caused a sensation in the city at that time. The impact and consequences were far beyond our imagination."

"Not long after, our gang was jointly suppressed by the Midgard garrison and the police."

"On the night of the incident, Trophim desperately protected me and fled out of the city, because he thought... I was really pregnant with his child."

"Too bad it's not true."

"I didn't tell the truth until I was out of town, admitting that I lied and wasn't pregnant."

"Because I'm worried that if I don't say that, I will be abandoned by him, just like he coldly deceived his subordinates on the same night, using his loyal younger brother to distract the military and police, so as to win the chance for us to escape."

"Trophim was very angry when he learned the truth, and left me alone."

"This is the first time we've broken up."

"Four years later, we met again and made up."

"At that time, we were all young and energetic, trying to show our individuality all the time, lest we be looked down upon by others."

"Your mentor has always been a shameless playboy, and it is absolutely impossible to remain loyal to a woman forever."

"In this regard, I don't want to pretend to be arrogant. Maybe it's because I can't get enough of his love, or maybe it's because of my dissolute nature. In short, I also change partners frequently and date different men."

"In the beginning, we all felt that we could tolerate each other and agreed not to interfere with each other's social activities."

"Unfortunately, in fact, neither of us can do it. We will always be jealous of each other's affairs, and then we will quarrel."

"Three years after we got back together, the conflict finally intensified to the point where it could not be bridged."

"I was already pregnant at the time, but Trophim was very indifferent to this matter, and even publicly suspected that the little life in my stomach...was not his child."

"At that time we were all too young, too impulsive, quarreling until our heads got hot, and we could do anything stupid."

Speaking of this, Mrs. Josephine cried out in her trembling voice, and tears glistened in her eyes.

Seeing her like this, Qiao An had a vague premonition that something cruel would happen next, and hoped that she would stop talking.

However, she took a deep breath and continued.

"Shame and anger prompted me to make a decision I regret for the rest of my life."

"Yes, I had an abortion."

"After that, I showed... the formed fetus, the bloody pile of meat... to Trophim."

"I was like a hysterical lunatic, forcing him to cast a spell and personally examine that poor fetus, and finally proved... that it was indeed his own flesh and blood."

"But what's the point?"

"It's too late."

"Our child, my poor little baby, was killed by an irresponsible mother because of my fault and my madness... What is left to us is only scars that can never heal."

"Since then, our rift has been irreparable, and we simply went our separate ways and never communicated again."

"After so many years, I thought I was mature enough, and I was about to enter the palace of marriage again, so I could no longer be obsessed with those youthful and frivolous past."

"I plan to make a complete settlement of the past before I get married, and also to get rid of my own knots, so I took the initiative to write to Trophim, hoping that he will come to my engagement ceremony, and take the opportunity to put aside the past and restore us. friendship between

"However, now it seems that it may be counterproductive."

Madam Josephine wiped the corners of her eyes and smiled wryly.

"I underestimated the trauma in Trophim's heart."

"After so many years, I have to admit that I still have some feelings for him as my first boyfriend, but I didn't expect that his feelings for me will be more intense and deep, to the point where love turns hate."

Joan hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice: "The instructor said that now he has no old feelings for you, and only regards you as an ordinary friend."

"It's a shame he said it!"

Madame Josephine smiled contemptuously.

"Don't believe his nonsense, Joan, this is just a sophistry made by your mentor to save face."

Joan made no sound.

Although he was reluctant to accept Madame Josephine's arrogant assertion, he had to admit that her opinion was more realistic.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why after the mentor broke up with her, he specially made a "pleasure golem" that completely resembled her.

Mrs. Josephine sighed again, turned to him and said, "It's getting late, David is still waiting for me, it's too late to help you with the experiment today."

"But don't worry, tomorrow afternoon, I should still have two to three hours free, and then I'll come back to assist you in your research on the 'Insect Virus'."

"Then I will not bother you, my dear lady, see you tomorrow."

Joan held the countess' slender hand, kissed her cool fingertips lightly, and watched her disappear into the shade of flowers.