[Titanic] I can't help myself

Chapter 109

In the autumn of 1921, half a month before the start of the fourth academic year of the university, I learned that Downton had once again lost an heir.

"God..." I looked at Charles, the housekeeper who came to deliver the letter, and asked in shock, "It's unbelievable...how did he..."

"It was a car accident, sir." Charles said with a serious face. "Mr. Crawley's wife gave birth to an heir for him that day. Perhaps because of his joy, he drove the car on his way home from the hospital. Driving very fast, collided with a van on the corner, was crushed under the vehicle, broke his neck, and lost all signs of life at that time."

I can't think of a more ironic or sad story than losing his life on the first day of becoming a father, the great surprise followed by the great grief.

"Here are the funeral invitations." Charles walked up to me with a silver tray on which was a pale blue invitation with the Crawley family crest on it.

I picked up the invitation and unfolded it, which stated the time and place of the funeral, which was three o'clock in the afternoon the day after tomorrow, in Downton Church.

"I see." I sighed and put the invitation back on my plate. "Someone get me dressed for the funeral, please. It's awful, isn't it, Charles? First Patrick, then Miss Sybil, and now Matthew. It seems that Downton is always under the shadow of various deaths."

The day of Matthew's funeral was clear and sunny. The British weather in late summer and early autumn was neither too hot nor too hot, and the temperature was suitable. It should have been a suitable time for holding a lawn party.

I arrived in Downton on the morning of the funeral.Although Matthew is the heir to the Earl of Grantham, he did not live in high society since he was a child, so some of the guests who came to express condolences were not nobles. They were Matthew's childhood friends and work partners.They were among a group of high-ranking nobles in the castle, and they seemed very restrained. Fortunately, the warm hospitality of Miss Edith and the Countess of Grantham allowed them to relax a little.

I did not see Miss Mary in the drawing-room, which was crowded with mourners, and Miss Edith told me that she had been in her room and did not want to come out.Matthew's mother, Mrs. Crawley, was also in the living room. She was in the nursery with her grandson, who was less than a week old, and seemed to have as much difficulty accepting the fact that Matthew had died as Miss Mary.The old Countess of Grantham looked even older. She sat on the sofa dignifiedly with a cane, talking with a gentleman, and every new wrinkle on her face revealed deep sadness.

At the luncheon, I finally saw Miss Mary and Mrs. Crawley. These two women who had the closest relationship with Matthew were sitting numb and haggard on their seats. Especially Miss Mary, it seemed that the vitality from her body followed Matthew. As if they had died together, their eyes fell blankly on the lilies on the dining table.

The luncheon was extremely dull, no one had the appetite to touch the delicious food in front of them, and everyone got together because of the funeral, and sitting at the table was a kind of torture.

In the afternoon, there were still guests arriving one after another. At three o'clock, the funeral home's car came to pick up Matthew's coffin.

Funeral services were held at Downton Church.Ten young lads carried Matthew's coffin out of the car outside the church. The pastor welcomed the coffin into the church at the main entrance of the church. Mourners followed the coffin and filed in.

Matthew's family and several friends gave speeches in memory and remembrance of Matthew.But after Matthew's mother thanked everyone for coming, she was overwhelmed by grief after only saying one word, and could not say another word, and was finally helped down by the Countess of Grantham.And Miss Mary didn't go up to give a speech, but everyone understood that it was not because she didn't love her husband, but because Matthew's sudden death hit her too hard. Any woman who just gave birth looks forward to a better life In the future, after losing her husband, she will not be stronger than her.

After the ceremony, Matthew's coffin was carried into the cemetery, and not far from where he was buried was Patrick's tombstone.

Matthew and I are just ordinary friends.Before I could get over the grief of losing a dear friend, he came to Downton and replaced Patrick as the new heir, which made it difficult for me to feel good about him at the time.During the war, he also did not fight in the same theater as him.When we really started dating, it was during the post-war reconstruction period. He once visited me for the transformation of Downton, and invited Carl and me to Downton, and then we gradually became acquainted.

In fact, Matthew himself is very easy to get along with, and is worth getting along with, but before we really got to know each other, he passed away like this.This is really unacceptable.

The pastor led us to pray for Matthew, ashes to ashes, dust to ashes, and Matthew's soul will live forever with God.After the prayer, we put the lilies in our hands into Matthew’s tomb, and watched the coffin being buried bit by bit. When the coffin could no longer be seen, Miss Mary suddenly passed out, causing another There was chaos.Matthew's son, George, who was just a few days old, seemed to know that his mother had passed out, and burst into tears, no matter how coaxed, it made the scene even more chaotic.

In the end, the funeral ended smoothly.I declined to stay for a dinner in memory of Matthew and returned to Acton exhausted.

"Thank you." Carl came to the train station to pick me up.In the car, I leaned tiredly on his body and sighed deeply.

"It's terrible." I murmured, "Two people who love each other so much, one left the other before their life officially started. This is too cruel."

Carl held my hand and said in a low voice: "So you must be more careful in the future, don't drive by yourself, let the driver drive the car slower."

I straightened up a little, leaned close to his ear and whispered: "You must not leave me alone like Matthew left Miss Mary. Without you, I don't know if I can live."

Carl tightened his grip sharply, and he turned his head to look at me, his black eyes gleaming in the dim setting sun.

"Don't be afraid." His lips moved slightly, his voice was so soft that he could barely hear, "Don't be afraid, I will never leave you, no matter where I go, I will take you with me. Even hell."

After graduating from Cambridge, I started working full-time at HC Design, which I co-founded with Carl.On weekdays, unless there is an urgent matter at home that needs me to solve, I live in London and work from [-] to [-] like other engineers, and return to Acton on Saturdays and Sundays to handle the manor by myself.

In order to deceive others, Carl bought a house near the Bookett mansion as a residence, made interior decorations according to my preferences, and left me a guest room next to his bedroom.After get off work every day, sometimes I spend the night at Bookett's mansion, and sometimes I go to his villa.

Carl played tricks when choosing the office location of the design company, and placed the company next to the Hockley Steel Company building. The office buildings of the two companies are connected together, and even my office and his office are only separated by a wall.He secretly opened a door on the wall, and came in to harass me when he had nothing to do.

Carl has a lot of eccentricities in love affairs. Besides biting people, he seems to be a bit exhibitionist, and he likes to toss me in places where people might find out.He really likes to pester me in my office. Outside the office, the voices of employees talking can be clearly heard, so he stripped me naked and pressed me against the wall. The zipper is just unzipped.Seeing that I was trying not to make a sound, my face was flushed and my body was convulsed, he tossed me harder like a hundred injections of stimulants.

The most egregious time was that when I was on the phone with the contractor, he intentionally sucked my lower part in his mouth, touched my sensitive, sensitive, teased me, and even took my hand to release it. Under him, it almost made me cry, and when I hung up the phone, he immediately pushed me down on the desk like a hungry wolf.I ended up pinning him on the floor and beating him hard, driving him from the bedroom to the guest room, and not letting him touch me for two weeks.

After graduation, I still have a very close relationship with my supervisor, and never let go of the research on statically indeterminate structures.Because of this relationship, and because I am a Cambridge alumnus, many engineering students and juniors are willing to work in HC Design Company after graduation.Among them is a six-year-old student who just graduated this year, and he is also a student under the guidance of a tutor.This kid went to university at the age of 16. He is only 20 years old this year. He is the age with the most enthusiasm for learning. He always likes to ask me any questions, as if he regards me as an elder brother.

Karl dislikes him very much, no, it should be said that he hates him.Every time I see him speak very harshly, the student blushes with anger, but he can't say a word of rebuttal. If I speak up to defend him, usually in order to show respect for me, this time he will Stop, but the next time I see him, I will entertain him with sharper words, and every time I have to make my junior so angry that I will rush over to fight him in the next second before I give up.

The junior also hates him very much, but he still sticks to me persistently.

"He must have other plans for you." Carl snorted coldly, "Shameless little bastard, his eyes are almost glued to your body! How dare you touch your hands! Let me see him next time Put it on your waist, and I will find someone to deal with him!"

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