Chapter 108 The Second Uncle of the Street Writer

"You mean you're a writer?"

The dilapidated inn was closed, and a group of people gathered in the small living room on the second floor of the inn for a trial.

Judge: Old Devin; Master: Connor; Yamen: Miscellaneous people, etc.; Persons on trial: Charles and Elena.

Old Devine sat on the seat, upright and with a serious expression; Connor stood behind him silently, looking at his second sister-in-law who was sitting on one side cautiously and did not dare to raise his head, and his second uncle who was at a loss and fidgeting.

Second sister-in-law Elena was holding a cute little lolita in her arms. The little lolita's big eyes were blinking at Connor who was standing aside.

Others were sitting on the couch on the other side, eating the English melon prepared by Connor.

The atmosphere at the scene was very subtle.

"Yes, Mr. Devine." Charles rubbed his hands. He now understood the situation. It was his father-in-law who came to the door, or his brother brought him here. He was caught off guard and in a panic. Own.

Ciel's image is indeed bad. His hair is as messy as a bird's nest, his eyes are dark from staying up late, his eyes are full of bloodshot eyes, and his face is covered with stubble. If he wears torn and patched clothes, he will go out to cosplay as a tramp. It's not against the law.

The grandfather felt as if the veins on his forehead were about to burst when he thought that his daughter was willing to marry such a sloppy man.

Connor also wanted to know the extent of his grandfather's psychological shadow at this time. It seemed that his anger gauge was full. If there hadn't been a little lolita suppressing my grandfather here, this small hotel would have been demolished.

Grandfather took a deep breath and said in an unquestionable tone: "Elena, take Blanche and come home with me!"

Blanche Delacour (Blanche.Delacour) is the name of the little Lolita. She is the child of Elena and Charles. She is ten years old this year, a little younger than Ivan, and is Connor's cousin.

Connor calculated with his fingers that Flora gave birth to him when he was 20 years old. Elena was two years younger than Flora, and this little sister was also two years younger than him. Emmmm, it’s not bad. There is no need to dig a grave for Mr. Charles and make a tombstone. .

"This dad, me"

"Shut up! Come with me now! We, the Lake family, can't live in such a dilapidated house where the sun can't even see the sun! Just..." Grandfather blew his beard and glared with an angry look on his face, but when he Seeing the frightened little girl in Elena's arms, he forced himself to calm down his voice:

"In short, the family needs you very much now. You must go back with me. Now, leave immediately!"

Connor took out another box of strawberries from his pocket. They were sour, sweet and delicious. As expected, his grandfather liked little girls more. Back then, he still dared to scold Flora loudly in front of him. Now he meets his little granddaughter here. Pretend to be grandpa, tsk.

Mr. Charles's face turned pale. He raised his hands and put them down feebly. He said dejectedly: "Elena, take Blanche and leave. You should have a better life instead of staying here with her." I'm a useless person."

After saying this, Mr. Charles seemed to have lost his energy and lifeless appearance.

"Ciel!" Elena said with a cry, with a hint of disbelief and undisputed anger in her tone. She didn't expect her husband to give up the struggle just like that.

"Oh, then clean up and let's leave now." A trace of contempt flashed in the grandfather's eyes. It seems that Mr. Charles's evaluation in his heart has dropped to the bottom.

"Mr. Devine." Mr. Delacour on the side wanted to say a few nice words for his brother, but was interrupted.

"No! I won't leave! Dad! I'm not a child anymore! I have the right to choose my own life! I live a good life here! I don't need you to disturb me!" Elena cried.

"Very good?!? You call life in this shabby house with leaks and dampness very good? The environment in my factory is much better than this! Are you going to rely on this kind of thing in the future? Are you trying to make a living by opening a hotel in a shitty place!!?"

"Charles also gets royalties"

"Fees? A writer who writes articles for Muggles? Or a...writer like him??! Can he earn a Galleons a day!?"

"Me!" Charles blushed. As a freelance writer, although his manuscript fee could barely sustain his life, he could still earn a galleons a day.

"Being a writer is Charles's dream." Elena was still trying to defend her husband.

"Dream!? Living in such a shabby house? Is this a dream!? If I had known that you found such a squib! I should have flown over from Hogsmeade and broken your legs!" Grandfather became more and more angry as he spoke. , frothing at the mouth, and even said the word "squib".

Suddenly no one dared to speak in the living room. When he heard the word 'squib', Mr. Charles did not dare to straighten up at all. He lowered his head and his face was hidden in the shadow of his hair.

Grandfather also felt that his tone was too rough, and for fear of scaring the children again, he stopped talking and breathed heavily through his nose.

After a long time, Mr. Charles whispered to Elena: "Elena, I know that I have been delaying you all these years. I can see that your family background is not as ordinary as you said." He paused and opened his mouth. He opened his mouth, hesitated, and continued: "Go back and take Blanche with you. You should have a better life, not..."

"Charle!! Do you think that since I am willing to be with you, do you still care about those things?! I ran away from home! Why did I marry you and give birth to Blanche? Huh?! You actually let me now Go?! You actually let me go!?" Elena suddenly broke out. She cried so hard that her eyes were blurred with tears, she screamed heartbreakingly, and loudly questioned her husband who was sitting next to him.

Elena screamed so loudly that Connor was so scared that he hid the grapes behind his back and was too embarrassed to eat them.

"I'm sorry, Elena, I'm sorry. It's my fault, I was wrong, I didn't." Mr. Charles's eyes regained a little brightness, and then he hurriedly comforted Elena.

At this time, the frightened little Loli cried softly, pulled the sleeves of the two of them and said: "Papa, Mama, stop quarreling, Papa, Blanche doesn't want to leave."

"Blanche, I'm sorry! If you don't leave, if you don't leave, we won't separate!" Mr. Charles shed tears and hugged his wife and daughter beside him tightly. Then he stood up and bowed deeply to his grandfather. :

"I'm sorry! Mr. Devine! I won't let you take them away from me! Although I am indeed a squib! But if you want to take Elena away, you can only step over my body! Please! Please! Help us!"

"You!!! I will help you now!!!" Grandfather was so angry that he took out his magic wand and took away his second daughter. Today, no one can stop him from taking away his granddaughter. ! !

After watching the bloody family drama, and seeing that the martial arts scene was about to take place, Connor threw the cherry in his hand, stood up quickly, and said loudly: "Stop! Stop! Stop!"