Chapter 296 Confession
"Where do you want to start?" As soon as she entered the room, Della sat on the sofa in a rare superior manner. She taunted, "A wonderful encounter destined to happen?"
Della believed that with Maggie's meticulousness, she would discover that she had met Hina, and she would not be able to guess only one reason why she concealed the fact from her.
I generously let go of one of your weaknesses, not only because I trust you, but also because I hope that this weakness will never appear in front of you in any form again.
Maggie sat next to Della, lowering her brows. She carefully held up one of Della's hands on her knees and said, "Before we talk about that, do you want to listen to a story about Bronte's past?"
"Bronte?" Della frowned. She didn't call her actual biological father father. "It's better not to let me hear that you already knew it."
"No, I only remembered that insignificant memory after I met him," Maggie said in a low and slow voice, as if she was telling a bedtime story. "You should still remember his wandering past that I had roughly seen in my memory, but that was too general and could not fully summarize his behavior after he lost control."
"Lose control?" Della was a little curious.
"An immortal wanders in a world that is constantly changing. Even if his magic power is not high, he is still a wizard who can fool Muggles with little tricks. Especially when he observes the people who once looked so arrogant from afar, walking towards old age and death in a miserable and embarrassing way, the arrogance in his heart is completely pulled out."
"For a long time, he forgot his pain and played around in the Muggle world to his heart's content. He regarded himself as a god in the world of games, exchanging letters to stir up disputes of all sizes, and acting as a kind knight or a bully who helped the evil at will," Maggie paused, thinking about the right words to say to the underage girl, "When it comes to women, he can be described as unrestrained, and he has many tricks."
"You've read a lot of books, and all the passionate and ruthless images in them can match him at a certain time. Sometimes, he even plays different images in front of different women at the same time," Maggie exhaled and gave a very impressive evaluation of Bronte. "It can be said that he was a scumbag for a long time."
"......" Della's brows furrowed even more, "Are you laying the groundwork for 'Xina and I are related by blood'?"
"It's a relationship that can be completely ignored, because that was a love affair hundreds of years ago. According to the Muggle world's seniority system, you can be considered her ancestor." Maggie laughed and added, "But there's no need to worry too much. Bronte was using contraceptive spells at that time, so there should only be that one accident. This morning, when I saw Sheena's blue eyes, I thought of that woman."
Blue eyes?
As Della listened to Maggie's story, she remembered what he had said before, 'The Clingretton family all have golden hair and blue-green eyes.' She had black eyes and had never noticed this little difference.
Azure and turquoise, both are blue eyes, and it doesn't really make a difference to her.
"Bronte elegantly served as a tutor to a noble lady that time. She secretly taught her some so-called banned books while enjoying the lady's gradually bold emotions. I can't remember the woman's appearance and name, but I can still remember her blue eyes, because those eyes, which were timid and shy before, became stubborn and bold, completely different from the eyes of other women of that era."
"Even after she became someone else's wife unwillingly, she was still having trysts with Brontë, as if she was venting her repressed nature and freedom." Maggie's eyes fell on Della's hand, which he was holding, and she found a glittering silver ring on it, on the middle finger, indicating that the beauty was taken. He continued to talk, and his voice suddenly dropped. "Compared to her, Brontë became the feudal one. He didn't use a strong contraceptive spell on her because he didn't want her husband to blame her for not being able to have children."
"That's not feudal," Della noticed Maggie's gaze and subconsciously tried to pull her hand back, but was quickly and irresistibly grabbed, "It's just that as a man, Bronte subconsciously puts women in a lower position."
"Yes! Men are always bad!" Maggie agreed, and his eyebrows, which had been drooping at the beginning of the conversation, rose up in an instant, and he returned to his usual superior posture. He grabbed Della's fleeing hand with one hand, and the fingertips of his other hand touched the silver ring that disgusted him, and pulled the ring outward by one knuckle. "If I had been that lady's companion, I would have stopped any man from approaching her, and I would have killed any man who had ulterior motives towards her."
It was fine for a casual conversation, a hug, or even a kiss, but how dare Draco use the ring to make his unnecessary relationship with Della a part of her appearance!
"So, you think that being controlled by another person in the name of her own good is the freedom that the young lady wants after her enlightenment." Della didn't compete with Maggie, an adult man, in strength. She quietly watched Silver Light get another knuckle pulled out. Her eyes were colder than ever before, and her voice was terribly cold. "Don't let me lump you into the same category as other arrogant men, Maggie."
"..." Maggie stopped moving. He stared at the ring that had already slid to the tip of his finger and was about to be taken off. His chest trembled slightly and he squeezed out a breath from his nose. He curled the corners of his lips stiffly several times before slowly pulling out a smile. Then he left the sofa, held Della's hand, half-knelt in front of her, and slowly put the ring back on. "I just thought of the bad ending of that woman. She thought love was her freedom, and she ran towards love. After being abandoned, she collapsed."
"At a certain time, she suddenly invited Bronte to elope. Perhaps it was the pregnancy that we didn't know about at that time that made her finally take that step." The silver ring touched the base of her finger again. Maggie looked at Della through the faint flash of the silver ring under the light. "And Bronte was completely frightened by her bold feelings. He ran away without leaving any news. When he remembered his old lover and went to inquire about the news, he got the news that the woman had gone crazy and died after giving birth to a child."
"Choose love, regardless of the authenticity of that emotion that has been constantly piled up with beautiful things but rarely has examples throughout history," Maggie's low voice was full of inducement, "focusing on yourself is never a wrong choice, Della."
"I'm past the age of saying what's what, Maggie," Della looked down at Maggie who seemed to be kneeling in front of her, and said coldly, "Stop digressing. You might as well continue to explain the encounter that you know I don't want to see."
"What happened just now is probably the origin of Ximena's eyes and appearance. It's hard for there to be two completely unrelated but identical people in the world," Maggie sighed, speaking weakly and boringly, feeling that this matter had become extremely boring, "and I just think that Ximena shouldn't suffer, and she shouldn't suffer for her appearance."
"A doll with nothing but skin. Oh, she's not even as good as a doll. Cynthia White is much better than her. Come to think of it, I don't like overly naive personalities." Maggie sat back on the sofa, leaning back tiredly, still holding Della's hand stubbornly, as if his breath could cover the damn ring. "Just a doll that can walk forward."
"But it does affect you, that is your weakness. I hid it from Hina, no doubt to let you go, but the more important reason is that I don't want your weakness to be exposed to others." Now it was Della's turn to persuade, "My treatment of you was just a small one, but others' treatment of you, what they want and want to take away, the loss will be huge."
"However, if there is nothing obvious that would cause great loss if it was taken away, then wouldn't the truly valuable things be in danger?" Maggie slid the silver ring left and right with a finger as if playfully. He looked at Della and smiled meaningfully.
Hearing this, Della was stunned, and immediately realized that her intimacy with Draco after returning to the wizarding world of Country Y had made Draco the apparent value, and unfortunately, this apparent value also had real value.
So, give him the cold shoulder and let that sensitive boy do stupid things out of suspicion that will hurt feelings.
Of course, the passionate relationship can continue, and he will lie in wait patiently, looking for an opportunity to kill someone with a borrowed knife.
Maggie silently observed Della's reaction, thinking darkly in her heart that she treated Draco as a dead man.
In the past, even if she disagreed in her heart, Della always listened quietly to his complaints about Draco.
But now, he almost turned against me because of that childish guy?
Hum, he would have that ring taken off.