Operation Red Book

Chapter 205: Another wave of troubles 1

Even though they were several feet away, Mrs. Emerson's gaze suddenly turned towards Ivy and the other two.

Mrs. Emerson had put her deerskin gloves back on at some point, but she didn't seem to be affected at all, and still had a peaceful smile on her face, as if everything was within her expectations.

She nodded slightly and hooked her finger slightly at Dorian.

And from the look in his eyes, Ivy clearly felt the coldness and contempt hidden in them.

"My mother asked me to come over. I will accept your advice... And Miss Goodwin, you should also hurry back to the Earl and Countess."

Dorian didn't have time to say goodbye. He turned around and rushed towards the gate of the mansion.

Christine suddenly let go of Ivy's hand, lifted her skirt and quickly ran towards the young master of the Goodwin family who was running towards them.

The raindrops fell faster and faster, and the cold wind whistled harder and harder.

"This is my little brother, his name is Xiaoben, let's go to the mansion together!"

Christine covered Ben's head with her hands and extended an invitation to Ivy in the rain.

Led by Dorian and the servants, the guests moved towards the mansion. The figures of all sizes in the tent seemed to have turned into ghosts that no one cared about in the middle of the night.

Ivy's heart sank, and an unrealistic idea suddenly popped up in her mind.

She let out a long, trembling sigh and declined the invitation to go with Christine.

"Then find a place to hide from the rain! Don't get wet and catch a cold!"

"Oh, right!" Christine walked a few steps and turned around again. "Bonfire concert, I really want to see it. It sounds very free! Ivy! You are really great!"

Christine shouted excitedly in the rain. After receiving Ivy's relieved smile, she laughed cleverly a few times, picked up little Ben and turned to leave the lawn.

The good weather during the day was gone, the rain gradually got heavier, the wind and rain passed through the dense treetops, and made ghost-like howling sounds in the huge open space.

The servants worked quickly and had put away the grill and cooking utensils outside the tent in less than five minutes.

The gate of the mansion was locked, and melodious singing and violin sounds could be heard from inside. Outside the mansion was left only a white gauze tent swaying in the wind and rain.

Ivy stayed on the lawn for a while, and only walked quickly into the tent after the last servant entered the side door of the kitchen.

The scene in the tent was still chaotic and the tent was blown all over the place, but it did not affect the children's enthusiasm for eating at all.

"Henry! Luke! Haley! Emily!"

Faced with more than thirty Smurfs in uniform, Ivy failed to find them and could only shout the names of the four children.

There was no response from the crowd. The children ignored the noise outside and scrambled for the dishes on the banquet.

Several older kids were jostling for a small piece of medium-rare steak.

"No fighting! Everybody has one! Have you seen Henry? Where's Haley, Luke, and Emily!"

While Ivy was stopping the fighting and making trouble of the "Smurfs", she was also asking around for the whereabouts of Henry and others.

Gradually, beads of sweat fell from her forehead and her body became hot.

She swallowed, her dry lips became cracked, and blood flowed out from her grinning lips, mixing with the sticky saliva.

"Please forgive us, Miss Ivy."

A deep baritone voice sounded behind Ivy. She turned her head sharply and saw the store manager, dressed in theatrical costume, staring at her with a serious face.

"what's the situation?"

Ivy asked, her voice trembling.

"The store manager and the uncles and aunts on August Street are all good people, but they are not obligated to help us all the time."

Haley and Emily snuggled up to the store manager on both sides and explained to Ivy with tears in their eyes.

"After you left, Miss Ivy, Mrs. Emerson came to our rehearsal room. She promised us that she would continue to sponsor the Florence Welfare Home and rescue the innocent Miss Grace from the detention center."

“So we added some extra content in rehearsal to make the performance seem sincere and a little flawed.”

"For example, adding gratitude to the lady for her financial support at the end, or... 'accidentally' knocking over a beautiful birthday cake."

Haley and Emily's voices were hoarse, and it sounded like they had been crying for a long time.

"Mrs. Emerson never sponsored the Florence Home, did she?"

"She did, but it didn't work very well... You know, she didn't invest that much money because she felt the effect wasn't obvious." The store manager shrugged. "The lady said it herself at the time, at least not as sincerely as she just performed."

"Mrs. Emerson...so she needs a stunt, and the price is to use you." Ivy frowned and her voice lowered unconsciously.

"She loved children. As I recall, she loved her children very much. She even planted a large camellia tree for her dead daughter."

"Ms. Ivy, I know this will break your perception, but I want to tell you clearly... Mrs. Emerson and Miss Grace are different. This is my own feeling." Haley said with a sob.

"Ms. Ivy, listen to me, Mrs. Emerson has selfless maternal love, that's true, she really loves her children." The manager replied.

"But she is a duchess. She represents the upper class, and I must tell you that what they value most is power and status."

"We common people are just puppets on the stage, dressed up by the upper class, making them laugh, satisfying their vanity, and highlighting their status..."

The store manager shed two lines of tears, his tone revealing endless sadness and helplessness: "In the end, I was abandoned by the upper class and forever lost my own color on this woven world stage."

Ivy gasped for breath, and the shaking tent hit her.

She lost her balance and was almost knocked to the ground by a child.

"Miss Ivy, are you okay?"

Haley quickly went over and supported Ivy, and Emily kept apologizing while she held her hand.

Ivy opened her trembling lips, tried her best to hold back her tears, and reached out to touch the two girls' heads.

"Don't apologize. You don't have to apologize to me."

Ivy's voice was a little floating, and she tried her best to convey to the child the tenderness that she had squeezed out of the pain.

"Ms. Ivy, Mrs. Emerson wants to see you."

The voice of the head maid sounded outside the tent, and it was particularly clear amid the sound of rain.

Ivy sneered, what is coming will come.

The moment she and Mrs. Emerson's eyes met on the lawn, Ivy predicted the inevitable conversation.

She stood up with the help of two girls, her cold body unable to withstand the wind and rain.

"This floppy tent won't last long. Please arrange some shelter for these children."

Ivy's voice was a little weak, but it was firm and unwavering.

"There aren't many people on the basement floor. I thought... maybe they can take shelter there for a while."

"Haha! The Emerson family is indeed very broad-minded. I'll have to trouble you to lead the way."