Chapter 459

Rebecca's rude words burst out. She planned Marcel's guess. She brushed her face. Damn it, this damn nightmare, a gloomy command jumped out of her mouth. "Listen, I'm going to take Bailu to the plantation now. You have to find Jenny to end all this, just like last time, okay?"

Marcel nodded in silence.

Rousseau bar.

Camille was mixing wine alone. She only saw a very attractive woman come in. She just sat in front of Camille and picked an arc with her slender fingers, "thank you. Give me a cup of tea."

Although it seems strange to drink a cup of tea in the bar, especially during closed hours, Camille has no extra mood to think. She just mechanically poured a cup of tea to Jenny.

Jenny vishlan was drinking tea while watching Camille's argument with a middle-aged man.

Camille and her uncle father Kieran seem to have a big difference.

Camille doesn't want to pay attention to Kieran at all. She is really disappointed with his wife. Camille just can't accept her only relative. Her uncle doesn't care about her feelings at all and blindly conceals her to deceive her. "Sorry, I'm very busy and don't have time to listen to your nonsense for the time being."

Father Kieran looked very nervous. He seemed to have something urgent to explain to Camille, "listen, listen to me, Camille..."

Camille broke his words and didn't bother to give her uncle, her favorite uncle before, "I went to your church reopening ceremony because I wanted to try to make up for the relationship between us... And then? Then I saw you talking to Klaus in public, as if you were talking about French affairs. "

Klaus, the damn vampire who hurt their ancestors, Camille couldn't believe it.

Father Kieran, his uncle, could not imagine how many things he had hidden from her.

Father Kieran was stunned by Camille's answer. Did she see it?

Then he shook his head. It was too late for him to make it clear, "Klaus and I are really business. Listen to me, we O'Connor family have been trying to maintain peace for 300 years..."

Camille obviously didn't want to listen at all. She didn't want to continue to believe that she had been trying to protect her uncle. "No, don't tell me about family history. It's a lot of lies!"

Father Kieran was angry, too.

"Camille!" The angry flame burned for a moment. Father Kieran seemed to feel that it would scare his lovely little niece. He held back and waved his arm, "here, pour me a glass of wine," his voice trembled, "I have something to tell you."

Camille hesitated and handed a glass of wine. Then she looked at father Kieran.

On weekdays, my uncle's hand, which has been as calm as a mountain, has been shaking, shaking more and more.

The wine was hardly drunk, but it was constantly shaken out.

The smell of wine is diffuse, inexplicable and treacherous.

Camille hesitated again. Father Kieran looked really wrong, "uncle, what's the matter with you?"

Father Kieran wanted to smile at Camille, but he didn't have the strength to continue pretending to be nothing. He opened the curve of his mouth, "my baby, I'm in trouble. What happened to your brother Sean will be repeated on me. I'm dying!"

Camille dropped the cup she was washing in her hand. She cried out in surprise, "what?"