A series of hurried footsteps came from the corridor outside the house. Amosta paused his recollection of the past and listened quietly for a while, his face looking a little gloomy. The heavy rain outside the window was still falling, and dazzling lightning flashed from time to time in the dense clouds. The air was oppressively dull.
Harry held his breath. Although he remained quiet, his eyes showed a kind of urgency. It was obvious that he really wanted to know why Professor Blaine said that his birth was entirely due to his mother's plan.
"Where did I just say, Potter?" Amosta asked with a frown as his brain suddenly shut down.
"You talked about your mother being kicked out of the house...well, and planning..." Harry said quickly.
"Oh, thank you--" Amosta muttered, rubbing his eyebrows.
"My mind is a little confused, um, so, this is it... The matter of severing ties with my parents did not wake up my mother. Instead, it irritated her and made her angry. She believed that the root cause of their disapproval was The reason is that they dislike her for being hopeless. If she becomes promising, she can make a lot of money...
But we all know that this matter is not that simple. Especially for a girl who has just grown up and has a lot of bad records without a very advanced culture, there is not much chance for her to become decent. Much...life has become difficult, because with her personality, I am afraid she cannot bear those boring jobs that rely on physical strength to earn a meager income..."
There was a clanging sound in the corridor. It seemed like someone was pushing something and running. Harry briefly broke away from Professor Blaine's story to think about what the noise might be, and then he easily came up with an answer.
Harry looked at Professor Brain's side face. Judging from Professor Brain's suddenly accelerated speaking speed and story rhythm, he obviously knew what might be happening outside.
"--Having been hanging out in the society for some years, she knew many people from all walks of life. From those friends, she found out about a cocktail party held by business celebrities. Then, she dressed herself up beautifully and pretended to be a woman with a wealthy family and a good reputation. A well-educated lady.
Sneaking into a cocktail party, he picked out the most elegant person in the crowd at a glance. He had a short and beautiful love. He was immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself. He secretly got pregnant. When he came to the door, he found that his identity had been clearly investigated by the old owner of the manor. ..Oh, in order to investigate these things clearly, I almost traveled all over London during the summer vacation of my third grade! "
Amosta smiled self-deprecatingly at Harry, who had his mouth wide open in surprise.
........
Time goes back to February 28, 1971.
This year's winter has been exceptionally long and cold. At this time in the past, the slightly intoxicating spring breeze has been swimming happily on the neat lawns of Blaine Manor, but now, everything is buried under the white snow and ice.
On the straight road from the big iron gate to the imposing manor, there are more than a dozen servants clearing away the ice and snow deposited on the road. However, the efficiency of the work is no more than usual. They are whispering to each other, and all their curious eyes are directed at the big iron gate of the yard. What happened there.
Bang!
"You have made me feel more humiliated than ever before, Belina!"
The young and handsome young master of the manor slammed the door, stared at the lady outside the iron door with angry eyes, and said viciously, "Go away, never appear in front of me!"
Hearing these heartless words, Lawrence, the manor's butler, couldn't bear it. He looked at the lady at the iron gate and hesitated to speak. She was a young and beautiful lady with smart and delicate facial features. Unfortunately, her hair was messy and her cheeks were swollen. Dust and dried blood on her inner thighs marred her beauty.
In the heavy snow, even the servants working in the manor were wearing thick cotton clothes, but this lady was only wearing a thin woolen sweater because her coat was wrapped in her arms. On the baby who was just one day old.
That was a very weird baby. In such a cold weather, even though his cute cheeks were blue from the cold, he still didn't cry. Moreover, his pair of light brown eyes revealed a kind of talent that only those with clear consciousness could express. There will be some clarity, but a one-day-old baby will obviously not be conscious.
The young lady seemed to be stunned by Kulade Brain's performance. She looked at him helplessly and fearfully, murmuring in a low voice,
"...But...you said you would marry me..."
"How dare you mention this!" Kullard roared loudly, "Despicable... despicable..., phew, you made me a laughing stock, and this shame will stay with me for the rest of my life!"
"But..."
Bellina's eyes flashed with tears. She glanced at the baby in her arms, her expression even more frightened, "This child... he is yours..."
"Shut your mouth!"
Kurad interrupted her. He stared at the baby. There was indeed a trace of hesitation in his extremely disgusted eyes, but he was immediately crushed by the anger that surged in his heart. He panted and said,
"After being exposed, he disappeared. A few months later, he got a child. Oh...where did you get him from? I think this must be another clumsy lie, right?"
After saying this, Kurad Brain turned around and left heartlessly, without the slightest nostalgia.
"Miss Det--"
Looking at Bellina who lowered her head and looked at the baby with a blank and desperate look in her eyes, Lawrence hesitated for a moment, took out the check from his pocket and handed it over through the gap in the fence, "Maybe this can help you get through some difficulties. --"
Bellina didn't even glance at the check, she just hugged the baby tightly in her arms, turned around and left silently with the falling snowflakes on her head.
The scene changed, and another equally ruthless sound of the door closing resounded through the street.
"We are not responsible for your actions!"
The cold sound coming from the room made Bellina Det tremble, but in fact, her frozen body had long been unable to feel the cold.
She held the baby who was about to faint from hunger and cold and left again, walking aimlessly and quietly on the deserted street.
The slowly falling snowflakes on the gloomy sky covered her with a white coat. Occasionally passers-by looked at her with pity in their eyes, but she didn't react at all.
The baby in her arms finally cried. The cry was very weak, but it was the only sound that Bellina could hear now. She looked at the baby with eyebrows and eyes that resembled her father's, and her lifeless eyes showed waves, but in the end, it still returned to deathly silence.
She walked for a long time, from the suburbs to the densely built commercial center, and then through the commercial center to the other side of the city. She was not asking for help, she simply didn't want to stop.
In the courtyard of a dilapidated orphanage, Ms. Felena stopped clearing the snow and looked at the ragged lady walking past the door with a baby in her arms, her eyes filled with worry.
In fact, she had been paying attention to this lady as early as she appeared in the field of vision.
For Felina, who has been working in orphanages all her life, she has seen this situation countless times. It is often a young man, a young woman alone, or a group of young people approaching sneakily. At the gate of the orphanage, he dropped a package and a cardboard box in a panic, then turned around and ran away.
She thought that this lady would do the same thing, but the fact surprised her.
However, this did not make Felena feel at ease, but made her even more worried. After thinking for a very short time, Ms. Felena leaned the broom against the wall and carefully stepped on the slippery ground out of the orphanage. door.
"Hello, ma'am--"
Felina shouted to Belina's back, "Do you need some help?"
Bellina did not look back. In fact, she was silent in a hopeless and completely dead world, and could no longer hear anyone's call...
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