BLOODY LOVE'S
Episode 222

When Renata gets to Xavier Hastings' room, he soon finds out what happened once he sees Gerald standing guard at the bedroom door. Jose has obviously been there first, most likely already before him making a decision. He turned to Margie, asking her to wait outside the room.

As expected, the room was empty. There was only Jose sitting by the window, looking out.

Renata left the door open. He approached his son, looking at the green grass that led to stables and hay sheds. Far away from it will be several plots of wheat fields. A gentle blowing wind entered the room, blowing a few strands of her hair behind her shoulders.

"You're releasing them?" rita asked after staying silent for a long time.

Jose nodded briefly. "Don't dirty Mom's hand." He turned his body to face Renata. "I heard what Alma was doing" he said. "Also that he spent the night in the basement."

"You also know what you're doing, right?" Renata raised her face, looking straight at her son's black eyes. "Do you want to criticize Mom?"

"Of course not" said Jose quickly. He touched his mother's skinny fingers, lifted them up and dipped them short. "Mom, I don't want you to bear this burden."

Renata laughs. He pulled his hand from Jose's. "Darling, if you give it to your uncle, the girl will suffer. But if I let you take care of it, you're gonna set Alma free." He rubbed the black hair curls in front of him lovingly. "Not everyone deserves forgiveness, my dear. I've seen people like Alma. Give him a chance, he'll stab us in the back."

Jose nodded. "I know, I don't want to question Mom's decision." His eyes looked with regret. "I just don't want you involved."

"Ah, I've been involved since meeting your father and getting into this family." Renata leaned out the window, breathing in the fresh air deeply. He looked up, giving a calming smile. "And Mom has no regrets. Not sorry at all."

"Mommy's sorry I let Leah go?"

"That's your decision." Renata shrugged his shoulders. "Mom won't question it. If you think it's good, then it must be good. Nothing to discuss."

"It was .. a relief," said Jose. "I thought you'd be mad."

"Why should I be angry?"

"Because I overstepped Mom?"

Renata laughs. He looked carefully at Jose's face, as if he were looking into his son's soul. "You know there's a lot that says you look like Marco, right?"

"I've seen the picture" said Jose lightly. "Indeed a little like Uncle, if forced."

"You don't look like him at all." Renata shakes. Her smile was sweet. "Since I've always thought you were the most like your father, especially your gentle and understanding nature. But Mom was wrong. Everyone is wrong too. You're not as cold as Marco .. but stronger than Edgar. Much more powerful. You are you. Jose Argent, my dear son." He held his son's hands warm. "And I'm glad you didn't lose your identity."

Jose laughed amusedly. "With a family like this, how could I lose something?"

"Well, sometimes you lose your temper."

They laugh crisply. Hands off gently.

"My friends are waiting downstairs" said Jose politely. His eyes stared softly. "If Mom allows ...?"

"Yes, go," Renata immediately gave permission. He patted his son's arm lightly. "Repick back, okay?"

Jose laughed again when he said yes, then the sound of his light steps sounded more and more faint. Renata sensed the air of her son moving away from the room. He did not turn. They didn't say goodbye. No hugs or kisses.

If I turned around and hugged her now, I would feel like we were separated for a very long time. Renata blinked her wet eyes and looked at the bright blue sky outside. They'll be back in the morning. Everything will be fine the day after tomorrow.

He tied his hands together in the window frame and closed his eyes, eager to imagine the faces of his loved ones so as to forget how the rope was looped around Alma's neck.

Human life is so heavy.

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"Maryl?" call him while sliding using a ladder. As soon as she heard it, Maria raised her face and walked down the stairs faster. The girl wears a wide hat with lace ornaments and a sweet ribbon that matches her dress.

They met on the main runway, automatically grabbing each other's hands as if they had not met for a long time.

"That's not the attitude of a good young master, sliding across the entire length of time." Maria laughed a little.

"No, you know it a long time ago. Where are you going?" Jose looked towards the fat bags the male servants were carrying. His forehead wrinkled. "You're not going home now, are you?"

"Dad asked me to go home," the girl replied with slightly flushed cheeks as the link of their hands only grew tighter. He tried to pull his hand, but Jose wouldn't let go. "A princess couldn't possibly dispute her father's wishes, so I had to go back."

Jose turned to look at George, who was standing waiting by Maria's side. "Lord Garnet asked him to come home? I just found out."

"The train for Miss Garnet was sent an hour ago, sir," said the butler. "Great Master Marco will accompany Miss Garnet back. Young Master was also asked to join."

"Oh, great!" Jose said cheerfully. He corrected the wide hat Mary wore. "Your eyes are still sick?"

"Well, I need to talk to you about this" whispered the girl quickly. His eyes flashed mysteriously. "I know now what happened to me. I'll tell you about the train." He turned to George. "Jose and Uncle Marco will be on the same train as me, right?"

George bowed his back slightly and put one hand on his chest. "Can I use Argent's train, miss. I've prepared it outside."

"perfect. Let my car be used by Susan." Mary turned to her lady-in-waiting and blinked her eyes. Susan smiled back at the knot.

"Actually I want to take care of the magic cluster in Bjork," whispered Jose while holding Maria down across the foyer. "His luminol worked well and Adrian and Luke found a sigil pattern in Bjork."

Maria nodded. "obvious. He needed the entire city to be able to open a portal. So you're going with them?"

"And leave you alone? Where is it possible." Jose smiled amusedly when he saw the girl's cheeks blushing.

"Stop wooing, stupid!" hiss Maria while pinching Jose's arm. "You're making me feel bad."

"Wooing? I'm honest! I don't want to pis—aw!" Jose rubbed his pinched arm harder.

"Don't be loud!" Maria glared fiercely. Susan lowered her head to hide an amused smile and the waiter behind them suddenly coughed a little, making Maria blush in embarrassment.

George opened the front door with both hands and stepped in first to tell Marco that everything was ready. When Jose and Maria stepped out the door still holding hands, a bucket of flower petals slapped their faces.

For a moment all Jose could see were fragrant purplish colors, then the petals of the flower fell in the form of a gentle rain.

The female servants behind them gasped in shock and screeched happily. From the end of the terrace, Marsh sang the instrumental Bridal Chorus song out loud. Clearwater jumped to their left side, throwing a white tablecloth over Maria's head and exclaiming, "Proficiat!"

Jose gaping. He raised his hand, catching a flower petal that was still raining down on their heads. His face suddenly turned pale. "Damn it! It's my mother's favorite flower!" shocks surprised. He looked off into the distance, suddenly running after Marsh as soon as he realized he was intending to pluck more hollyhocks in the greenhouse. "DRIAN!" He looked around, shaking hands at the worker who was running after him. "Gerald! Harald! Stop her!"

In front of the manor door, Maria took off the white square cloth stuck to her hat. "How dare I throw a tablecloth over my head, Lord Clearwater?" snarl. "You miss the feeling of my palms on your cheeks?"

"That was Adie's idea. For the bridal veil." Clearwater walked back a few steps with both hands raised in a sweeping motion.

"Wedding hood from tablecloth, m'lord? Let's see if this hood fits around your neck!"

"I'm just giving you my blessing" Clearwater said carefully as Maria drew closer. The girl's cheeks met in a beautiful reddish tinge, but her eyebrows dropped sharply. "The fabric is clean, Mademoiselle Garnet. Uh. .. You're beautiful with that cloth."

Dave was wide-eyed, still busy throwing the rest of the flower petals in his hands.

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