Margaret, who had changed her clothes, walked on the streets of the port area. Seeing the people around her completely ignore her, she immediately hummed a song happily.

While walking, she suddenly smelled the burnt fragrance in the air, pulled the maid beside her and ran towards the roadside stall in the distance.

"Gina, look, there are people selling grilled charcoal-grilled hairtail fish there, let's try it."

The driver who had changed into old clothes next to him looked around with a serious expression.

When he glanced at the dark shadows on the roof that were not illuminated, he felt a little relaxed.

The people from the seventh place have followed, and the port area is temporarily safe.

Margaret held the grilled hairtail in her hand and continued to walk forward.

Although the people around her were not very clean and there was some sewage and garbage on the ground, she didn't know what was going on. When she walked on this street, she couldn't help but feel happy.

The port area is always so lively and noisy. Everyone is struggling in their own lives. Boats of all sizes come and go, and many steamboats stop on the shore to load and unload cargo. The workers with strong physiques are sweating and transporting cargo.

Maid Gina covered her nose and avoided the sailors smoking cigarettes next to her. "Miss, do you really like to come here? I heard that the Tuna Theater has released some new romance dramas, why don't we go and have a look?"

Margaret shook her head, "That kind of drama is meaningless. It's just that men and women finally get together after thousands of obstacles. The new drama is nothing more than changing the identity of the male and female protagonists. There is no such thing as good things in reality."

She walked along the street and tried whatever delicious food and fun she saw along the way.

As the smell around became a little bad, the streets began to narrow slowly, and some lunatics began to appear in the corners of the street.

Looking at the dirty lunatics, Margaret sighed slightly. She knew that these people could not help her. Even if they were sent to the asylum, it would take not long before a group of lunatics would emerge from somewhere.

They are here without knowing when they will come or disappear.

Margaret walked past them and continued to walk forward. Not far ahead, it was the edge of the port area.

There was no one else on the beach except for a shabby little house and a little boy eating food at the door.

Margaret walked over curiously. "Hello, look at how delicious you look, what are you eating?"

The boy was alert to hide the black bread holding the fried egg in his hand and hid behind him, hid in the house and quickly closed the door.

Margaret felt funny. She was just saying hello. Are she still afraid of robbing food?

Seeing that he couldn't make a conversation, Margaret quickly took two steps to the coast next to him and looked at the dark sea in front of him.

"Miss, it's getting late, we have to go back now." The strong man, the driver and bodyguard, looked at the dark sea vigilantly.

He has a way to deal with people on the road, but if something pops up in the water, he really can't handle it.

After looking at the sea quietly for a while, Margaret turned around and walked towards the way. "It's much better than watching a drama and having afternoon tea, let's go back."

Margaret walked through the lunatics and walked towards the bustling streets.

"Anna, wait for me and let me finish this plate."

The girl's heart thumped, and she immediately turned around and looked towards the madman. She couldn't understand the language just now, but the voice gave her a familiar feeling.

"Miss, what's wrong?" asked Gina, the captain maid.

Margaret's eyes swept through the dirty crowd, but she noticed nothing. Finally, she hesitated: "Nothing...Let's go back."

The three of them walked through the bustling and noisy streets and returned to the islanders' residential area again. With a "touch", the car door was closed, and Margaret in the car frowned and thought about something.

The wheels began to move, heading towards the Governor from the exit of the port area.

But just as the car was not far away, an anxious voice rang in the car. "Stop, stop quickly!!"

The harsh brake sounded, and Margaret, who was nervous, quickly pushed open the car door and ran towards the port area.

Just as she was rushing back, she suddenly sprained her feet and the white heel on her ankle broke.

Regardless of the dirty ground, Margaret took off her shoes and rushed forward quickly in a pair of flesh stockings.

"Miss, please tell me no matter what you want to do now. I will do everything I can to help you." The driver who followed him said nervously, and said. This was the first time he had seen the lady so anxious.

Margaret ignored the driver's voice, and when she saw the gathering place of madmen in the distance, she stepped up her pace and rushed out quickly.

She rushed in like crazy, her eyes swept across their faces, and dirty and dull faces filtered in front of her, but she did not find the face that made her miss her.

"Lily, press here, press it to turn on the computer." A familiar voice suddenly rang out, and Margaret quickly turned around and saw the madman making a sound.

It was a madman standing in the gutter. He was holding a rotten mouse in his hand and muttering what others couldn't understand.

The trembling Margaret wiped away the dirt on the crazy man's face with her hands. When she saw the familiar scar, she finally couldn't hold it in. She lay in Charles' arms and cried bitterly.

In the Governor He Fang's mansion, the white bathtub was quickly smeared by the pitch-black dirt, and then washed away by warm water.

His eyes were red, Margaret held his face towel and gently rubbed Charles's face.

My lady didn't let her help, and she personally gave this crazy man a bath?!

The maid next to her was so surprised that she couldn't stop talking. She knew that her lady had always been an instinctive avoidance to men. Now she was actually instinctively evading such a madman. What is the origin of this person?

Charles' clean face appeared in front of Margaret. At this time, he was full of beard, messy hair, haggard face, and the black tattoo spreading from his neck to his face was another person compared to three years ago.

Margaret used her hand to cut across the scar on his chest, and white mist couldn't help but appear in his eyes.

How much pain has the other party suffered over the years and why has it become like this? "Mr. Charles, do you still remember me? I am Margaret."

Charles' eyes were dementia, and his eyes did not stop in front of the girl.

Margaret lowered her head, and the pain, worry, anxiety and heartache were different emotions that emerged in her heart.

"Ah!!" A scream pulled Margaret out of her grief. "Gina, what's wrong?"

"Miss, look at his broken shoulder!" Gina's maid's voice was filled with a hint of horror.

Margaret looked sideways and found that the wound on Charles' broken arm was covered with dense white deworming. They kept wriggling and drilling into the flesh and blood.

"Mr. Charles, wait for me, I'll find a doctor for you now." Margaret walked out of the bathroom in panic.

But she pushed open the door, turned around and hit a strong chest.

She looked up and found that it was her brother.
Chapter completed!