[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita - Chapter 31

“It all started that evening when I Apparated to the forest and waited for the carriage to take me to the manor. Then I also waited for the carriage, white, with a little dirt on the wheels. The driver covered his face with his hood. , then got out of the car, he took off his hat, and to my surprise, it was Lucy’s face, she said—”

“Miss,” Lucy saluted respectfully, “get in the car.”

“Why are you? Are there no other servants at home?” Victoria looked at her suspiciously, Lucy grew taller, and her features became more adult-like.

She was frightened by Victoria’s questioning, and then said more humbly, “Mr. Stark has changed since he fell ill, dismissed all the servants, and now only me and my mother are left, you I know,” she smiled bitterly, “my mother couldn’t drive the carriage.”

Ah, Anna Moss.

This woman had not been in her life for too long, but the memory of her was so clear. Victoria clearly remembered how beautiful Anna was, like a red rose at the beginning of spring, with just the right drop of dew on it, fragrant and seductive. But she is so cold and has no mercy for her young, her heart is like the rotten rhizome of a plant that cannot be saved.

“Is my father okay?”

“Mr. has been better lately,” she replied cautiously, “but he sleeps a long time every day, and he told me to see you tomorrow morning.”

Victoria looked at Lucy who was holding the reins. She was obviously a novice, and her whole body was tense. Her hands that had not done rough work were a little worn by the rope.

The servants of the Stark family are all squibs. Some people have not been abandoned by their own families, and they are happy to find a job in the Stark family. And some, like Anna, don’t mention their relatives, and people will discuss behind the scenes in their spare time, which family she is most likely to come from, and she will be removed at any age and wait to fend for herself.

With the birth of Lucy, the discussion about Anna reached its peak. Lucy had no last name, her father was missing, and no one knew who he was, and the most guessed Victoria had overheard was Joshua.

Now that I think about it, Joshua was probably innocent in this matter, what he did wrong was to let the two girls fight each other, Victoria seemed to have won, but she knew she didn’t, staring into the abyss for too long, the abyss will return Gaze; she sheds her victimhood and is forced to become her perpetrator.

“Miss Victoria,” Lucy jumped out of the carriage and neatly arranged the stool for her to rest on, “here we are.”

The wound on her hand that had been strangled by the reins was oozing blood, and sporadic blood stained on the stool. She hurriedly wiped it off with her sleeves, put her hands behind her back, and looked up at Victoria in panic, as if afraid of her punishment.

Victoria couldn’t bear it, she got out of the carriage pretending that nothing happened. Since she became a mother, her heart has become very soft, and the memories of Anna and Lucy scolding and beating her are also blurred by the poor situation of the mother and daughter.

Lucy followed her not far or near, she had been reluctant to approach her, and had to follow her.

Victoria went into her bedroom, and Lucy kept it well, everything was the way she left it, and it was spotless, and she knew how hard it was for Squibs to do that.

“Good night, miss.” Lucy went out and was about to close the door, but was stopped by Victoria.

“Wait a moment.”

She looked at Victoria suspiciously.

“I forgive you,” she paused, then whispered again, “please pass it on to Anna for me.”

Lucy showed a panicked expression, as if she was afraid that this was Victoria’s new prank, but Victoria didn’t say anything else, just waved her hand to shut the door.

Victoria woke up early the next day.

Mornings without Voldemort and the endless quarrels were rare. She stood outside the window and enjoyed the long-lost silence for a while, before realizing that most of the flowers and plants in the garden had become a mess, and Lucy was apparently taking care of it all by herself. The manor is too laborious, and she has no extra energy to allocate to these plants.

Lucy hadn’t brought her breakfast, she was a little bored waiting, and suddenly had an idea: she was going to visit Anna Moss.

Anna lives with Lucy. She has been paralyzed for eleven years. Lucy takes care of her daily life every day because no one wants to do it.

They lived in the coolest cellar of the manor, a utility room that Victoria ordered them to move into in vengeance.

Victoria went downstairs and was about to walk through the hallway full of portraits, when she found the canvases of the portraits were all scratched, which shocked her, and then thought that Joshua might have done this when he had a bad temper. Besides, she didn’t care about the portraits of her ancestors, who never helped her when she was tormented.

She continued to walk towards the cellar, there was no sound on the way, and the Stark’s house was quiet before, but at least she could meet the servants at work from time to time, so that she knew that she was not living in a haunted house. Now that the servants have been dismissed by Joshua, the plants have not been pruned regularly and have become cluttered and desolate, and the manor has completely lost its last breath.

The door leading to their residence was locked, and Victoria snorted mockingly, and lazily cast a spell with her wand to open the door, and the seemingly solid huge iron lock fell to the ground, making a muffled sound when it touched the soil. .

She shuddered as she slowly descended the narrow stone spiral staircase, the temperature getting colder.

Then it finally arrived, and she stood in front of the shabby, closed wooden door and opened it.

The moment she opened the door, an indescribable stench hit her face, she frowned in disgust, and finally covered her nose and walked in, and saw a scene she will never forget—

The once beautiful Anna was lying on the bed with her eyes open, her body swollen and covered with maggots.

She is dead.

Victoria almost ran and scrambled out of the cellar, slumped on the heavy carpet, trembling from her excessive fright.

Anna Moss is dead. It seems that she has been dead for many days, but no one has buried her. Most of her proud face has rotted away. No one will stop for her beauty and feel pity for her.

She had imagined the death of this woman countless times when she was young, and it must be a happy scene, and it will be her ultimate revenge.

But now, it all seems to have lost its meaning because of this ugly and terrible corpse, and Victoria starts to retching, and she can’t vomit anything because she has not eaten.

She stood up laboriously, her hands and feet were still soft, but she couldn’t stop to rest, because a more terrifying thought had just occurred, maybe… Joshua was also dead.

The house had been weird since the evening she came back, and she didn’t even dare to think whether the Lucy she saw yesterday was still alive, or something, something else.

Victoria stumbled towards Joshua’s room and she thought of Voldemort, maybe she could turn to him for help. But then rejected the idea, she couldn’t owe him anything, their relationship was unequal from the beginning because of her weakness and nothing, and she couldn’t do anything to make her position even more humble.

She pushed open Joshua’s bedroom door with trembling hands, and stepped inside—

There was no one inside.

Then she had a tingling pain in her neck and lost consciousness for a moment.

She woke up on the hard stone ground and found herself tightly bound by ropes.

A figure was humming a song briskly in front of her, as if she was grinding some medicinal material in her hand, and she quickly turned her head when she heard her waking up moaning.

Victoria struggled to open her eyes and finally saw the man’s face.

“Lucy,” she said through gritted teeth.

The girl is no longer the usual cowardly and cowardly look, her face is full of joyful brilliance, she narrowed her eyes after hearing her words, and put on a bigger smile.

“Victoria Stark,” she said, “hello.”