bdsm-fiction Chapter 275 Cousin and Cousin
Chapter 275 Cousin and Cousin
Chapter 275 Cousin and Cousin
After Dumbledore and Miss Heather left, the school hospital returned to its usual quiet.
Loila sat obediently in the chair, looking thoughtfully at Peterson, who was still unconscious.
It seems I've caused Peterson a lot of trouble this time—not just with Miss Shiloh, but my performance with the Hamilton family must have been poor as well.
Even the maid, Miss Xirui, told me to leave and not go back—was I really still no good?—Luo Yili pursed her lips, thinking of Muller, who had fought for her to the death back then.
He even fought with his own father for his own sake—that would have been a disaster—but Peterson probably wouldn't have done that, right?
Loila didn't want any internal strife within the Hamilton family caused by her being an outsider.
If Dad were here right now, things would be much better, wouldn't they?
For some reason, Loila suddenly thought of her father—although she didn't know why he chose to leave the Hamilton family in the first place—but if he were here, he should be able to resolve these matters well, right?
This wasn't some well-founded guess, just a sudden feeling that came to mind for a lonely young girl on Christmas Day.
If Mom hadn't—, Dad probably wouldn't have either—Loila thought of what happened when she was just eleven years old.
Then he pursed his lips and didn't say anything.
The past cannot be changed, and her father has already proven it to her—Loila looked down at her boots, pursed her lips, and gently shook her head.
So, as Muller said, let's try to get out of that door—even if we fail this time, but—Loila took a deep breath, determined to do everything she could to earn their forgiveness after Peterson woke up.
Even something as trivial as giving up one's own ear—well, Loila probably still can't offer that as compensation—
"Um?"
Just as Loila was thinking this, she heard Peterson, who was lying on the bed, let out a soft groan.
Huh? No—why did you suddenly wake up?—I haven't even finished composing my thoughts yet!
No, no—Peterson is finally awake—that's wonderful!
Loila coughed a little guiltily, then quickly brought over a glass of water and handed it to Peterson.
"Cousin--cousin?" Peterson stared at Loila for a moment, then blinked and thought for a few seconds.
"Where is this?" he asked slowly. "Is this the Hamilton family's estate?"
"Those things were nightmares, right?"
"Ah—" Loila's hand holding the water froze, and her face immediately turned pale.
"That—that I think—it shouldn't be—"
"It wasn't a nightmare, was it? —"
"I see—" Peterson nodded slightly and then closed his eyes.
"Cough cough cough cough cough—cough cough cough!" He started coughing violently, probably because he couldn't quite process what had happened yesterday.
"Um, have some water—" Loila quickly handed the cup to Peterson, and after watching him slowly drink a few sips and recover, Loila said softly, "Regarding—regarding what happened yesterday—"
"I—I'm so sorry—" she said, biting her lip, "Whatever you need me to do—whatever you need me to do!"
"I can do anything!" Her tone suddenly became a little excited, but her voice immediately softened after meeting Peterson's gaze.
"Please—please forgive me—"
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Peterson was silent for a few seconds, then gave a wry smile: "Cousin—"
"Don't worry about it too much," he said, propping himself up to sit up. "I've already talked to my father."
"Before he catches up," Peterson paused, then said, "he can understand you."
"After all, it's for the important thing, isn't it?" he said, then suddenly remembered something and gritted his teeth, "Damn thief."
"She still managed to escape."
"Ah—yes—yes—what a pity—" Roy's vision was a little dazed.
Did your cousin recognize who he was?
"Ah—I didn't—that's right—"
"About Mr. PH," Roy changed the subject, not wanting to discuss the matter too much. "Peterson, are you really—Mr. PH?"
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Peterson fell silent, perhaps because Loila changed the subject so quickly, or perhaps because he was thinking about something else.
After a long while, he finally let out a soft sigh.
"My cousin—that's something I left behind when I was young and reckless," he said slowly. "Back then, I had just graduated and thought I knew everything."
So I left home.
"After traveling in Europe for many years—getting married—having children—I finally realized that home is always home." Peterson sighed with emotion, "So I gave up the magic circle and chose to come back."
"Is that so?" Loila asked, pursing her lips. "Then, about the creation magic circle—"
Peterson chuckled softly: "Does my cousin even think it exists?"
"Existence—does it exist?"
"Then it exists," Peterson said slowly. "As long as you keep searching, cousin—you'll eventually find it."
"But—you might be very disappointed," he said, shaking his head.
"What does this mean?" Loila paused. "Then can you tell me—the locations of the other ruins?"
Peterson was silent for a few seconds, then gently shook his head: "I'm sorry, cousin—please forgive me."
"That's not exactly a good memory for me."
Seeing his sad expression, Loila felt a little sorry for him.
I feel like I'm doing something really cruel—I was just asking about magic arrays—
What exactly did Peterson go through?
Loila thought about it but still didn't ask—just like when others asked her what happened to her father or her mother—she just couldn't bring herself to say it.
It was clearly related to the only topic she could bring up without hesitation—but—Luo Yi's body trembled involuntarily whenever she thought about those things.
"Cousin?"
Peterson's voice brought Loira back to her senses.
"I'm sorry—do you want more water?" Loila said, handing the cup over again.
"No need—" Peterson waved his hand, glanced at the empty cup, and said, "Anyway—cousin, don't worry too much."
"My father and other family members didn't seem to have much of an objection."
"Really—really?" Loila looked at Peterson uncertainly. If he wasn't even that offended by such rude behavior—
Aren't my family members a little too kind?
Are they really pure-blood wizards?
Loila pursed her lips, unsure of what to say.
However—Christmas is finally over—and I guess nothing particularly bad happened, right?
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