The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 142 Ch.141 Don't be disappointed with Beatrice

Taylor's house still looks full of the atmosphere of gold pounds.

Some lampshades were changed, the decorations on the sofa and dining table were changed, and a huge tusk was added to the living room.

"...many quacks have tried to get me to accept their 'cutting' method, which involves scalding the belly with boiling water and then shaving the hair off with a saw or something sharp...I am not stupid enough to believe what these people say."

Randolph started complaining before he even sat down.

He would never take any risks with his sister - especially after personally going to the nursing home to see the patients after the 'operation'.

Either they are stupid, quiet, and almost have no self; or they are crazy and too "lively".

Most of them developed fever symptoms, and too many of them did not persevere.

Is this considered treatment?
This is murder.

"…They also insulted me, saying that I was a person without wisdom. Oh, the gold pounds I earned in a day were enough for them to spend in a year."

Roland held the teacup and teased Randolph:

"I really don't know how much you can earn in a day. Randolph, tell me and make me hate you rich people."

Randolph asked with a smile: "I heard that the executive officer's weekly salary is three pounds?"

Roland said it was two pounds less than that.

"Then you'll have to hate me for a while longer." Randolph pulled at his collar, unbuttoned it twice, completely exposing his neck, and collapsed on the sofa: "... Let me put it this way, Roland. Because Betty doesn't spend much money, I only give her 800 pounds of pocket money every week... She can't spend it all."

Roland: ...
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'Only give her eight hundred pounds'.

"You'll have to work for more than ten years to get the same amount of pocket money as Miss Butt in a week."

"Pocket money."
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If I had eight hundred pounds a week I would have the softest and most expensive blanket on my plank bed.

"Yes, yes. Even a queen would sleep on a bed made of gold."
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Are you mocking me?

"Ha ha."

Roland thought about what he could buy with the eight hundred pounds, and suddenly realized that he seemed to have never seen the real "expensive".

He had only been in this prosperous city for a short time, and was still, by definition, a "countryman".

"I send you cigars every week. The smallest box costs several pounds, Roland."

Randolph was undoubtedly showing off this matter, and casually mentioned it while pinching out two cigars from the wooden box.

Today’s is thicker and the tobacco leaves are darker than before.

"…Mr. Edward Snow was absolutely different. With my permission, he visited Betty every day and observed her for a week. Then he discussed it with me."

Randolph lit it for Roland, then for himself.

He was very excited, as if he was hearing about such a unique 'treatment' for the first time.

"No saws or knives, no awls or flames, no boiling water, not even any food or medicine."

He held a cigar between his legs and waved his arms. "He asked me to arrange a servant with a sharp tongue every day to chat with Betty. Chat non-stop. Read to her, tell her about men's work, sports, women's clothes, some hobbies, my business, the ocean, smoking machines--"

Randolph's blue-violet eyes seemed to glow.

"do you know?"

"Betty actually started asking questions!" This made the worried brother extremely excited: "She asked questions! Questions about my business! This is simply... I can't believe it! She rarely expresses herself and spends all day facing the oil paintings."

"Now, she's actually asking questions!"

Beatrice's reaction was a great encouragement to him.

Roland could imagine it.

How much discussion does Randolph have to endure as he is accompanied by a "problem" who has been taciturn since childhood.

but.

He loved his sister firmly and would never be shaken by anyone.

A few years later.

Finally, I saw the light.

"I can make her life extremely happy," Randolph said.

"But I still hope that one day she can say in person: 'I hate this person, brother', or 'I love him, brother' - I want to give her the best, and I hope she can ask me for it in person."

Randolph took a deep breath, his fingers trembling slightly. "And be ready for it."

He learned about this yesterday and couldn't sleep well all night. He wrote a letter to Edward Snow at night.

Roland was also happy for him: "What did she ask?"

Randolph's face was full of smiles: "The servant told me. She was telling her about my cigar shop, my counters and wooden shelves full of cigars, and suddenly, Betty asked--"

"'Is that expensive'?"

Randolph imitated his sister's speech vividly - although this was also repeated by the servant.

He was so happy.

"Of course it's expensive! I knew my sister was smarter than me, she hit the nail on the head! 'Is it expensive?' Look! What a professional statement! An ordinary small businessman wouldn't be able to react immediately..."

Roland: ...
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There are so many meanings in these words?
"Do you see that tusk on the table?"
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Ok.

“What does it represent?”

Roland:? -
What else does ivory represent?
The howling of dying animals?
"It reflects the extravagant life of a businessman. He spent a lot of money on decorations just for his pitiful and pathetic vanity. He decorated the animal teeth with gorgeous gold and silver so that he could have a few more interesting stories to talk about when guests visited. In this cold family filled with the smell of ink and sweat, only the shining gold coins are what they are most enthusiastic about and are most willing to pay for."

"'Ivory! They bought and talked about ivory! And today! I have it too!'"

"He paced around the tusk excitedly, like a young boy who found a woman in his bed for the first time. He admired this ordinary tooth and saw flattery, praise, and the sound of clinking high-heeled glasses on its gray-white skin—"

"He narrowed his eyes and raised his head slightly, as if welcoming those gorgeous but empty praises—"

"The gold pounds clattered."

"It covered up the beast's howl."

Roland: ...
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Are you thinking too much?

"So do your friends."

Roland glanced at the pointed-faced gentleman who was still beaming with joy. He saw that he was not only showing off to himself, but also to the male servant standing not far away. He was showing off his sister and saying that soon, she would be able to do this and that...

"Randolph."

"…My sister is not—oh, what's wrong?"

Roland whispered: "Don't be disappointed in Beatrice."

He looked at the gentleman who was indulging himself in joy and did not want to see his friend disappointed.

As he waited with hope, waiting for his sister to become 'normal' soon - when he gathered these emotions into a surging, irresistible wave...

When Beatrice still can't 'recover'.

At that time, the overwhelming disappointment will come back and drown him, suffocating him.

He would become depressed and irritable.

He would doubt Edward Snow's ability, wonder if there was another servant like Lei in the family, or even doubt...

Beatrice Taylor.

I wonder if my sister will always look like this.

The more he hoped, the more disappointed he was...

And this anger will be vented indiscriminately.

"Whether the treatment was successful or not, it's not Beatrice's fault, Randolph."

Being watched by Roland's calm golden eyes, the overly excited and burning joy in his heart gradually subsided.

Randolph placed the hand holding the cigar on his knees, with the other hand's middle finger and thumb separated. He lowered his head slightly and pressed his temple.

“…You’re right, Roland.”

He stared at the carpet, took a few long puffs, and exhaled forcefully, letting the smoke envelope himself.

After a while.

"Roland."

He said.

"It's my honor to have a friend like you."

(End of this chapter)