Chapter 308 Bell’s Memory

The lamp in the study was darker, and the old man stood in the middle of the room and bowed to Charles. "Good night, the King of the Sea."

Charles looked up and shifted his gaze from the cover of the sketchbook to the man's body. He said, "Since you have a new master, you don't have to be so polite."

"Yeah." Hale walked decently to Charles step by step, "I am sending a gift to the lord for my master."

His pace was very slow, and it seemed his steps were not easy.

In his hand, there was a huge crystal ball, a miniature version of the human brain floating in a transparent sphere.

Charles stared at the sphere, and he was inexplicably nervous. He had lived for more than two hundred years, there were few things in the world that could trigger his mind. But now, his heart seemed to have been lifted to the throat, as if something was about to come out.

What was that?

Hale put the crystal ball in his hand in front of Charles and said indifferently. "This is the memory block of the hippocampus of Miss. The master wanted to protect the Miss and he didn’t want the pain of the past to affect the Miss, so the master personally cut the young Miss’s memory."

He looked at Charles, repeating what Edwin said to him word by word, "The master said that there will be some part that the King of the Sea is very interested in Miss's memory. So, please see it carefully."

He said, "This is a crystal memory projection, which is formed by the condensation of me and other mermaid’s serum. As it once plays, it will be damaged. So, please be sure to see it clearly."

He said, "Please, look."

Charles said coldly, “Since you have already sent the thing to me, you can go.”

Hale said, "The master said, I must watch the King of the Sea fining it."

The air in the room seemed to condense into an invisible physical substance in an instant, and it was pressed against Hale. Charles’s voice was cold and frosty, “Get off!”

There was blood in Hale’s throat, and the prosthesis under the foot made a slight tear. But he still stood stubbornly, looking at Charles, saying, "The master said if the King of the Sea forced me to leave. He asked me to tell you, the Miss has not said who stabbed the knife into her chest."

Bella...

The pressure in the air was removed, and Charles’s body collapsed.

She did not tell Edwin that the knife was stabbed by him.

Bell, did she still have him in her own heart? Did she understand his intentions at the moment she turned around?!

In the time of Charles’s blasphemy, Hale had opened the crystal projection.

A little girl’s figure was just thrown on the white wall, and Charles immediately stood up.

The lights in the room were extinguished instantly, and the blurred picture on the wall immediately became clear.

Charles’s hands on the table could not control but keep trembling, and the cold scorpion was instantly filled with red blood.

Although he only looked it once, it was exactly the same as that in his memory.

The thick Eskimo snowman wrapped the little girl's small body, and the thick cotton hat wrapped her face, revealing only a pair of bright big eyes.

The little girl walked very urgently, very quickly because there was a man who wore less on the ice distantly.

Because it was far away, he couldn’t be seen.

However, Charles recognized himself, the young child at first glance.

The little girl was very small, about five or six years old. Because she wore very thick, she ran and stumbled all the way. She had fallen on the ice several times. Because she wore thick, she looked like a small turtle that couldn’t get up for a long time after she fell down.

When she ran to the person, the little girl was shocked. "It turned out to be a child."

She shouted aloud to the surroundings, but no one answered her.

The little girl wanted to hold the little boy in her arms, but she was too small to hold him.

The five-year-old girl looked at the unconscious boy in front of her and said, "I don’t want to get close to you this way, I just want to save you."

Then she untied her thick cotton coat, lay on the little boy, wrapped the little boy in a thick cotton coat, and put his icy arm in her arms to warm it.

After a long time, the little boy woke up, but the little girl had already fainted.

Her lips were a little purple, and her body had only a small amount of heat.

The little boy gave her medicine and gave himself some medicine.

The little girl woke up and saw the boy waking up, she was very happy. "Are you awake? Don’t you feel cold with so little clothing?"

The little boy was cool, looking at his recovery hand, very cautiously said, "I will be responsible for you."

"Responsible for what?"

"When you grow up, I will marry you."

"Where do you live? What is your name?" asked the little boy.

"I live in Mr. Spencer’s home now..."

The little girl hadn’t finished, another child's voice arose, "Bell!"

Bell!

Charles had never thought that one day this name would represent sadness and pain, and endless regret and hurt.

It was raining heavily outside the window, lightning, and thunder. Not far from the sea, there had been huge waves rolling.

It seemed as if the whole world was crying, it was painful...

The picture was still flipping.

A little boy who was also wearing a thick Eskimo suit was worried and nervously asked, "Bell, why are you here? It is so far from our base. What if it winds, it snows, I can't find you?"

The little girl was very cute. "I believe brother, you will definitely find me. Because Bell likes you very much."

The little boy was very speechless to pull the little girl's hand and said, "Let's go. It's going to be dark, if it's snowing, we can't catch the flight."

"Wait a minute. Let's take him with us." The little girl turned, and the boy disappeared on the ice.

"Okay, let's go. Bell."

The little girl’s voice was full of doubts. "I obviously saved a little boy. He just told me that when I grow up, he will marry me."

The little boy pulled her and walked quickly. "Yes, but you have already promised Steven that when you grew up, you would be his bride. A girl can only marry one boy."

The boy’s voice was perfunctory, but he did not think that the little girl was lying.

"But Steven hasn't grown up after many years. When can I be his bride?" The little girl was a little unhappy with her small mouth pouting.

"Hmmm, when Bell grows as tall as a mother."

"But I grow so slowly, when can I grow as tall as my mother?"

"Bell, you are so shameful, you are so eager to be Steven’s bride."

"Brother, you don't know, the boy I just saved is even more beautiful than Steven." The little girl took back the hand held by her brother and stood in the open arms and crossed. "He is more beautiful than Steven like... this much." She gestured her hands behind her, "So much."

"So Bell, you don't want to be Steven’s bride?"

"Hmmm... but is Steven going to be sad?"