Chapter 536 Ch535 Some Past Six

Chapter 536 Ch.535 Some Past Part 6

The confused girl waded in the water.

The joking voice of Mr. Jack Black echoed in her ears - Halida couldn't tell whether it was joking or some rare, golden bean-in-the-weed compassion.

he said.

'There's no need for your brother to spend a penny. ’

‘Do you know what Dover powder is? ’

he said.

"A baby has been eating Dover powder for half a year - baby, you shouldn't have any hope of raising him... Of course, I have to say it strictly: he is in good health." ’

'It's just that my head is stupid. ’

When he said this, there were scratching sounds in the room.

So he whistled.

A brown-haired puppy ran out of the house, twirling its tail.

puppy.

The hair is very long.

It looks like he has a 'beard' all over his face - very similar to Jack Black.

To Halida's surprise, the whistle seemed to wake up more sleeping people.

Soon, powerful propellers were crowded around her feet, beating her ankles and calves that were stained with urine and feces.

'Hey! I bought milk, you dirty guys! ’

However, Halida was only immersed in his cold words.

‘Is your head stupid? ’

‘You don’t want me to tell you what it means to be stupid, do you? Jack Black pointed at the pointed-mouthed hound that looked like a lamb, with its face covered with white curls. It was persisting in licking the dirt on Halida's legs no matter how hard she tried to hide. .

‘That’s called being stupid. ’

Jack Black scoffed: 'Your brother will be like this when he grows up - although I want to give you a little more hope by saying this. But boy, he won’t grow up. He will soon be unable to eat, and after a while, you will find that he stinks. ’

‘The stench was unbearable, and my stomach felt bloated like I was pregnant. ’

'If you cut it with a knife...'

So much for Jack Black.

He couldn't help everyone who suffered.

Although he had a few words with Halida, he could tell that the girl had been deceived and deceived by one or several bastards who deserved to go to hell - but what did it have to do with him?

And what caused all of this is this 'great and glorious' country, the handful of people in this 'great and glorious' country who are truly 'great and glorious' - it's not them who keep praising them and praising them every day. Toes of clay that praise it more often than they pray to the Father of All.

It's not his problem.

‘Woof! ’ Halida couldn’t control her twitching face.

‘Woof! ’ The propellers shook faster, and the big black eyes looked at each other, as if to say, ‘Look! Big friend! ’

Blake was amused for a moment, and then sighed again: 'Leave, girl. I can't help you. ’

he said.

'You can continue to spend money to buy a few packets of Dover powder and feed it to him, or you don't have to. Let me remind you: if you want him to suffer less...'

Blake squatted on the ground and pulled out a basin.

I drank half the bottle of milk, and then poured the rest in.

‘Let’s end his suffering early. ’

That's it.

Halida's mind was in confusion. She seemed to bow to the gentleman with the dog—or not.

There seemed to be a cry - or not.

Seemed stammering, sobbing, barking like crazy in the streets - or not.

She didn't know what mistake she had made, and she still expected five shillings to get the answer and gain hope, and then raise her brother as soon as possible.

That was my mother's last request.

The girl caressed the swaddling clothes, put her fingers in, and touched a cold 'iron chain' - that was the only thing her mother left to her and her brother.

A worthless, rusty iron chain and a small pendant wrapped in iron.

Just like the gems hanging from the pearl necklace, this one is just not that valuable:

When she and her brother were 'bought', her mother tied it around her brother's neck when she was about to cry to death.

Father is dead.

The mother was unable to keep her two children alive.

What can she do?

She herself couldn't survive.

Halida cared about her mother as much as she loved herself, and loved her deeply.

'Mother…'

The girl recalled her mother’s face covered with tears and ferocity a few years ago——

When she left, she opened her mouth and screamed, unable to say a complete sentence.

But Halida thought.

That should be 'live well', 'kid, I can't let you go', or 'take good care of your brother. ’

But mom.

I seem to have made my brother stupid with my own hands.

Halida looked blank.

She dared not resent Mason Lyle or Isaac Brown.

Just like she never dared to resent the members of the group who often stole her things, Bodai Peng was sharp-tongued to her, drunkenly pushed her Mr. Sulley every time, and made fun of her cursed Mr. Formans.

She didn't even dare to hate the world, lest the world would grow a nose, eyes, and mouth, raise its big hands, and give her a firm slap.

'Look at your guts! Not as big as a mouse’s heart! ’

Bodaibon often said this.

Halida was afraid of many things.

So as she hugged her brother and walked on the way back, she began to feel fear again:

Where will my brother be left?

What about her?

Will my mother hate me?

If I live and my brother dies, will she be happy that I am alive?

Will Mr. Collins be angry because I didn't tell him about this?

Will Sister Bodley be angry because I can't pay back the money?

If I beg Mr. Mason Lyle, will he be willing to pay for another doctor to treat my brother?

In the village where she used to live, Halida had seen an animal.

Rats covered with thorns.

She liked them.

- If she had such thorns, would everything be safe?

But Halida thought again.

Even if they were covered with thorns, those rats were caught by their uncles, skinned, and roasted on the fire until crispy.

What's the use of thorns?

She obeyed them, obeyed the world, and barely survived to this day.

Obedience.

This is a better way than being covered with thorns.

Her unique skill.

Curl up, obey, and make yourself insignificant.

Maybe the beasts will walk past her with their heads held high.

Halida stroked the necklace in the swaddling clothes, feeling uneasy.

Brother...

Does Mr. Mason Lyle know the consequences of using Dover powder?

The voice in her head told her:

He knew it a long time ago, Halida. He let you feed your brother with your own hands and made him stupid.

Feed him with your own hands and made him stupid.

His friend Isaac Brown is a doctor, how could he not know?

Halida...

Halida twisted her head stiffly, shook the sound out of her head, let it flow out of her ears, without any moisture.

She was afraid that she would actually think like this.

Halida!

How dare you!

She almost rubbed her brother into her flesh and blood, giving him half of her head.

She didn't know what she was afraid of, it was not a concrete, outlined, and clearly explained thing.

She should hold her brother and go to the front of the tent and yell at the gray-haired man like crazy, saying, "What did you do to my brother! ’

I should mock him like Bodepon: ‘Oh, with this little food, why don’t you treat yourself as a mouse? ’

But Harley and Lydia might be able to do it.

Harida can’t.

‘Weak, incompetent. ’

Halida shook her head again.

Maybe…

Maybe Mr. Mason Lyle didn’t know the effect of this medicine at all…

Yes.

He didn’t know.

He wasn’t a doctor, and his doctor friend might have forgotten to mention it.

He hoped that my brother would get better, become healthy, cry and make trouble, and then when he grew up, he could also become a part of the circus and work hard for our common family.

Right?

Although Mr. Mason Lyle was stingy, he was a kind and good man.

If he knew that there was something wrong with this medicine, he would never do it - otherwise why would he buy me and my brother from the dealer?

He must have seen that we suffered and couldn’t bear it, and he happened to have some money in his pocket…

Halida thought so.

Suddenly.

Her uneasy heart settled down.

She was happy again.