Chapter 218


    “Old Madam has been put under house arrest.” The servant lowered her head and entered the Buddha


    Hall. She said softly, “Second Madam has also been locked up in the courtyard.”


    In the present world, Buddha’s merciful eyes were slightly lowered. The Buddha Hall was lit with


    sandalwood, and the oilmp did not go out all night. Antonio knelt on the futon and slowly opened. his


    eyes. His voice was faint as he said, “Has Harold returned?”


    The servant said, “Yes, Big Master is back unscathed.”


    Antonio picked up the wick of the oilmp.


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    The servant couldn’t help but ask, “Have you known that the young master is still alive?”


    Therefore, he didn’t even want to attend his son’s funeral.


    “I didn’t know,” Antonio added oil to the oilmp. The mes reflected his deep eyes and brows, which


    were about fifty to sixty percent simr to Harold’s. However, his facial features were even more


    resolute. “Whether he is dead or alive, I don’t care.”


    The servant was stunned. She quickly lowered her head and shut up.


    “That little girl from the Evans family.” Antonio paused for a moment before continuing, “How is she?”


    The servant thought for a moment and said, “Miss Evans doesn’t often stay in the old house. I have


    only seen her once or twice. She ispletely different from Miss Dora. She has the shadow of


    Madam Xia.”


    “Chloe…” Antonio muttered the name once before shaking his head andughing. “Chloe has been


    dead for neen years.”


    The servant subconsciously looked at the memorial enshrined next to the Buddha statue.


    The words “the spirit of my beloved wife Leni” were carved on it by Antonio himself. After so many


    years, there were traces of the passage of time in the lines.


    “That’s enough,” Antonio said. “You may leave.”


    The servant nodded and closed the door of the Buddha Hall, isting the room that had a faint.


    fragrance of sandalwood.


    When they arrived at Flower Land, it was already veryte.


    Crystal slept soundly, so Harold didn’t wake her up. When he reached out to carry Crystal out of the


    car, Crystal woke up on her own.


    She rubbed her eyes and yawned. “Are we home yet?”


    “Yeah, Harold said. “We’re home.”


    He held Crystal in his arms and walked into the vi. He asked her, “Why don’t you walk on your own


    since you’re awake?”


    Crystal hugged his neck tightly. “You said I was a carrot before. A carrot will not walk on its own.”


    Harold raised his eyebrows and said, “Then I’ll ask Dana to cut you into pieces and make stew beef.”


    Crystal was speechless.


    Crystal was shocked. “How can you be so cruel? The carrot is so cute. How can you eat it?”


    The vi was brightly lit and their master finally returned at midnight. Harold directly carried Crystal to


    the second floor and said, “I don’t think other carrots are as cute as you.”


    Crystal was a little proud. “Of course.”


    Harold hugged her with one hand and turned on the bathroom light with the other hand. “You’re


    cuter. Do you taste better?”


    Crystal, “…”


    Crystal said, “No.”


    She nudged Harold. “Get out. I want to take a shower.”


    Harold said, “I also want to take a shower. My body is covered in mud that you’ve rubbed against.”


    Crystal took a look and saw that Harold’s ck windbreaker was fine, but the mud marks on his light


    gray shirt were too obvious.


    “Go and take a shower in the guest room,” Crystal said, “I’ll wash your clothes for you.”


    “You can help me wash clothes but you can’t help me take a shower?”


    Crystal, “…”


    “If you say it again, I won’t wash your clothes.”


    Seeing that her face was flushed red and she was about to explode, Harold smiled and said, “Okay, I’ll


    go and take a shower in the guest room.”