"Sir, Eugenie's singing voice is very beautiful. Do you want to appreciate it?"
Madam's words interrupted Edmond Dantes' thoughts and made him a little curious.
He looked at Eugenie again. This proud and indifferent girl, even though she was in her current state and was "transferred" to someone else by her father, she still looked calm and indifferent, as if she had not yet understood her current situation.
The once proud eldest lady, now can only rely on others and rely on pleasing others to survive.
"Mademoiselle Eugenie, can you sing?" Edmond Dantès tried his best to sound kind.
Although Eugenie has a cold personality, she is not stupid. Although she has just met the earl, from her mother's respectful and flattering attitude, she can certainly imagine that it is the earl who has the final say in her home. .
She still doesn’t know the specific details, she only thinks that this is the new wealthy man her mother has found, or even her mother’s old lover, but no matter what, the facts and speculations always lead to the same goal, after all, the count is already their mother and daughter’s "protector" "Yes.
Although Eugenie is young, she has been exposed to all kinds of activities in the upper class since she was a child. In addition, she does not have much relationship with her father, so she is not disgusted or angry at her mother for finding a new supporter so quickly.
She just felt that everything was so alienated. It was obvious that her life had changed greatly, but it was as if she was the one who stayed out of it.
"I have had teachers teach me vocal music since I was a child, and they all said that my talent is very good." Eugenie looked at the count, and then replied calmly, "Do you want to hear it?"
Edmond Dantès thought to himself that since there is still time now, he might as well listen, so he nodded, "I am all ears."
"What music would you like to hear?" asked Eugénie.
What song...? This question made Edmund suddenly confused.
In his life, he has traveled all over the country for so many years, but he still has not had much experience in calming down and listening to people singing.
Suddenly looking back, the last time he sat quietly and sang was when he listened to Mercedes singing to him when he returned from a voyage.
Although she had no training, the singing seemed to be able to heal the soul. Although more than ten years had passed and he could no longer remember the tune, he still remembered the comfortable feeling that came from the soul.
But no more, all this has vanished.
He blinked his eyes, finally keeping tears from coming out.
Then, he looked at Eugenie, a thin but still beautiful former rich lady, who was also looking at him carefully at this time.
How could a young lady like this know how to sing fishermen's songs? they ask themselves.
"I have no research on singing. Just sing according to your preference -" he replied in a low voice.
"You seem to be in a bad mood now. Are you remembering something sad...?" Eugenie asked cautiously.
Edmund just smiled bitterly. After all, there was no point in telling Eugenie the past. He just urged Eugenie to sing with his eyes.
Under the count's gaze, Eugenie cleared her throat, then opened her mouth and began to sing.
Because the count didn't name him, she chose a song herself. This little girl was also aware of people's emotions and saw that the count seemed to be sad about the past, so she also deliberately chose a song that recalled the past.
She is indeed talented. Her singing voice is clear and ethereal like that of a little girl, but also has a wide vocal range, and her enunciation is extremely clear. Moreover, her singing voice inexplicably fits the melancholy tone of the original song, and it is more like injecting soul into the song.
For a moment, the singing echoed in this spacious piano room, and Edmond Dantès soon became fascinated by it.
The singing brought back memories of his past that were so sweet and happy, and the sweeter and happier it was, the more sad and uncomfortable it made him feel when he watched it again. His heart surged, and he finally restrained the urge to cry on the spot.
Gradually the singing stopped, but it seemed to keep echoing in his mind, making him so sad that he couldn't help himself.
After a long time, he finally calmed down again, and his eyes focused on Eugenie again - and at this time, Eugenie was also looking at him, as if waiting for his evaluation.
It seemed that those tutors were right, Eugenie was indeed a talented singer.
Edmond Dantès kept looking at the other party. From this beautiful little girl, he did not see the slightest bit of the annoying aura of Danglars. On the contrary, the indifferent sense of alienation and delicacy made him I feel like she is so worthy of care.
He will take good care of this girl as she grows up.
He had taken care of a girl of about the same age before, but that girl Haidee was the Grand Duchess of Ioannina designated by His Majesty. She was destined to rule a principality as a monarch from the beginning, so he could only respect and care for her. But he didn't have that feeling of being like a daughter, but now Eugenie made him feel that kind of touch.
Although she is the daughter of an enemy, so what? It would be nice if the grudges of the previous generation ended with the previous generation. Now I have no interest in revenge against a ten-year-old child.
"Miss Eugenie, I don't know much about art and vocal music, but even so I can tell that you have a talent that ordinary people can't match. It's really beautiful..." As he spoke, he walked up to Eugenie, and then lowered his voice. He nodded and looked at the other person kindly, "Unfortunately, due to a trick of fate, you lost your father, and it seems that you may lose your father forever. This is an unbearable disaster for anyone. Fortunately among misfortunes, , I will take care of you next, so that you can live your original life, grow up healthy and carefree, until you reach the age to realize any dreams in life——"
Eugenie did not appear surprised when she heard what the count said. Instead, she glanced at her mother - she misunderstood the meaning and thought that the count wanted to take over her mother and become her legal father.
But even so, she didn't hate it.
Compared with his father, the Earl, who he had just met, seemed to have a distinguished appearance and a good temper. In this extremely bad situation, if he could become his stepfather, then It's really a blessing in misfortune.
"Thank you for your compliment, sir. I would like to regard you as my father."
After getting the answer he wanted, Edmund was filled with comfort. He subconsciously raised his hand and touched Eugenie's head, gently stroking her hair like a real father.
Fate took away a lot of things from him, but now it seems that fate has also given him a lot of things. Comparing the two, everything seems not so uncomfortable.
After enjoying the tenderness of "father and daughter" for a moment, he came back to his senses, then glanced at Lady Emily, and then the two of them walked out of the room together, leaving Eugenie alone in the piano room in a daze.
"Madam, you have a very good daughter." In the corridor, Edmond Dantès complimented Madam from the bottom of his heart. "I can assure you that Mademoiselle Eugénie will have more than she originally had. She’s going to have a great future.”
"I believe you, count."
She was originally afraid that the earl was a rich old man with special habits, but just now she saw the way the earl treated her daughter - it was pure love and appreciation, without any evil thoughts.
She has read countless people, and this can still be seen.
Moreover, he is rich and a nobleman. If Eugenie can really take care of him, she will definitely not be wronged - she may even be more popular with the outside world than she was as Mademoiselle Danglars.
The daughter's matter has been settled, but her whereabouts are still a problem.
She still didn't want to give up the opportunity to seize this meal ticket, so she treated Edmond Dantès with 100% attentiveness.
"In today's world, people as kind and generous as you are really rare. I sincerely pray that God can bless you in the future and use your hands to light up this filthy world..."
As she spoke, she looked at Edmund with eyes full of admiration and gratitude, thereby sending her eyes to him.
Just when Edmond Dantès was about to answer, through the window, he saw a carriage stopped outside the gate, and then a person walked out of the carriage and approached the door.
He took a closer look and found that it was the Marquis of Treville--obviously, the Marquis wanted to be the first to congratulate himself on the prize.
He hurriedly walked along the corridor and prepared to go downstairs to greet him.
Lady Emily followed him very naturally. "Has your friend come to visit?"
"Yes," answered Edmund,
"That's your first guest! He deserves a good reception." Emily replied pretending to be casual, "It's a pity that the place is too messy and I haven't had time to clean it up, and your wife hasn't come over yet. It's really shabby to entertain you like this now." Some."
"I have no wife," answered Edmund, as he went up the stairs.
This answer made Emily even more elated, but on the surface she still pretended to be surprised, "Sorry... I really didn't expect it."
"It doesn't matter."
While the two were talking, they walked downstairs, then walked through the path in the lawn to the door, and then welcomed the Marquis of Treville in.
Emily greeted the Marquis with a smile. From her expression, it was impossible to tell that she was the former mistress of the mansion, nor could she tell that she almost left the house with a huge debt. Her cheerful expression made it seem as if she was the one. Take the mansion as the loot to the winner alike.
However, after all, Lady Emily has been in the social world for such a long time, and her way of dealing with others is extremely proficient. When she deliberately tries to please, both Edmund and the Marquis of Treville feel like they are taking a breath of fresh air.
After welcoming the Marquis into the living room, she took the initiative to suggest to Edmund, "Now that the servants have run away, I'll go make coffee for you two."
After saying that, she turned and headed to the kitchen.
The Marquis of Treville then put down his smiling face, and then looked at Edmond Dantès with admiration, "Edmond, I really belong to you! You still know how to play, avenge your enemies, and accept his wife and daughter, so happy ! What a pleasure!”
"Where did you think you were?" Edmond Dantès shook his head helplessly, and then told the Marquis the exact interaction between him and his wife.
"You want to take care of her daughter, but she begs you for nothing and even stays here?" The Marquis finally understood what was going on. "Seeing as she pleases you so much, she probably wants to change her master. That's right. As long as she can live here and enjoy the life of a lady, it doesn't matter who the husband is lying next to her. Woolen cloth……?"
The Marquis's harsh comment made Edmund just want to smile bitterly.
To be honest, he was also a little troubled about how to deal with Lady Emily.
He is not stupid, of course he can detect that his wife has been seducing him since they met, but even so, he does not hate her much - after all, as a poor man who once struggled to survive in a dark prison, people Any ugly behavior you make for the sake of life is excusable.
"Speaking of which, her figure is really good... Even if you really get her, it won't be a loss." Marquis Treville suggested to Edmund in a low voice, "However, I advise you to just play for a while, but don't do it." Don't be fooled by her. She would be great as a mistress, but there is no need to marry her. After all, she has no money or power, only attractive looks. But she is already in her thirties, and she can maintain her looks. How many years? You will have a bright future, there are many famous ladies waiting to be chosen, there is no need to look at her."
Having said this, the Marquis curled up his lips and showed a little disdain, "I'm afraid she is self-aware, so she is so diligent in trying to please you. I'm afraid you are her last hope - how is it, are you tempted?"
Edmund asked himself, he was not tempted.
But the Marquis's words, "You are her last hope," seemed to touch some soft spot in his heart.
Yes, Canary, whose reputation has been ruined and is approaching old age, has no money at the moment. If she is really driven away by herself, I am afraid that Fireworks Willow Alley will be her final destination.
"Anyway, I've already taken in a daughter, so it wouldn't be a big deal to take in another mother." After thinking about it, Edmund replied, "Let everything go as usual here. The past becomes the past, and the future is left to the future. Anyway, I You can't live here permanently, so it's not a waste to leave it to the two of them. You came late and didn't hear Mademoiselle Eugenie singing just now... Oh, that singing was so beautiful. I think I will sing every once in a while in the future. Come and see her when you have time, sit by the window and listen to her singing, that seems to be a very pleasant life..."
This answer shocked Marquis Treville.
I bought a mother and daughter, just for this?
"Friend, you are really a good person." He stretched out his hand and patted Edmund on the shoulder, "In this case, I would suggest making the best use of everything - although this lady is smoky and flattering, she also has a good brain. Not bad, but she has a good way of dealing with people. You might as well declare her to be your mistress, so that she can do many of the things that are inconvenient for you to do - believe me, there may be quite a lot of this kind of thing in Paris. .”
Edmund was slightly surprised after hearing this suggestion, and just at this moment, Lady Emily came over with coffee.
The two of them stopped talking and took a sip of steaming coffee together.
It sure tastes good, Edmund thought to himself.
He raised his head and looked at his wife again, and then he found that she was looking at him nervously.
It's just... almost like a primary school student who is afraid of being scolded by the teacher.
Maybe her motives were indeed impure, but what was there to blame? In life, there will always be times when we humble ourselves and bow our heads.
"Very good, that's it." Edmund breathed out, as if he was answering the lady or the Marquis.
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