The female supporting role who passed through time was poisoned again

Chapter 257 Knot 13
There are some relatively thick books here, most of which are about laws and regulations. It seems that the male owner of this house should be a lawyer or something.

Zihua and Isabelle didn't casually flip through other people's books, but just walked aside and looked at them. After shopping around, they sat back on their chairs, maintaining their ladylike postures and waiting for Priestley's arrival.

The two remained silent. After an unknown amount of time, footsteps came from outside the door. After Zihua and Isabelle exchanged glances, they stood up and looked at the door, "Mr. Clefke, hello!"

A man with a combed back came in. He was dressed very carefully. The green fleece set off his noble temperament. He held a crutch and nodded slightly to their greetings. , other than that, there was no extra expression on his face, very serious.

Priestley raised his hand to signal them to sit down, and after seeing them sit down, he went around and sat down on the main seat, his expression still very serious, with a tight face.

Although the children in the orphanage are all unfortunate, they always have cheerful smiles on their faces. Even Senior, an adult man who is a round older than Isabelle, is very nervous when facing these children. It is gentle and hearty.

Isabelle seldom had contact with the outside world. For her, it was the first time she met such a serious man like Priestley, who exuded an aura of keeping strangers away from him. The dean is even more serious and terrifying.

Being too scared for a moment, Isabel couldn't help but hold Zihua's hand. Zihua gave her a reassuring look, held her hand back, and looked at the other side. She hadn't said a word since she came in, but was just looking at her. Looking at their men.

"Mr. Klefke, we are teachers who teach children painting introduced by Dean Mapel. My name is Gina, and her name is Isabel. She is my assistant."

Priestley nodded, "I know."

After speaking, the atmosphere on the scene became even more awkward. Isabelle's hand holding Zihua was shaking.

Priestley looked at them in silence for a while, then stood up from the main seat, with his hands in his pockets, the huge figure blocked the sunlight from the window.

"Robertson is a very naughty boy, do you have the confidence to calm him down?"

It turned out that he wanted to slow down his child's lively temperament through painting. This is strange, but such a cold father raised an active son.

Zihua nodded, indicating that he could teach his son well.

After Priestley glanced at them again, he said nothing, and went straight to the door and left the study.

They didn't know that they were settled down until the maid Maritis came and led them to the guest room.

The servant, Maritis, led them to the guest room with a key chain, and explained to them the meal time of their servants. When she finally opened the door, she explained again: "Don't worry, Mr. Clefke, although His temper is a bit weird, but he treats us servants well. In fact, the reason why he became like this is because of his wife's death, so you must not ask about his wife in front of him, I understand ?"

Zihua and Isabel nodded, especially Isabel, who nodded like a rattle.

The guest room is very spacious, with two beds, just big enough for Zihua and Isabelle.

It was already getting late today, and with the long journey, Zihua and Isabelle planned to take a good bath in hot water and then go to bed after eating.

Zihua went back to her room after taking a shower, and met Priestley in the corridor. She called out to Mr. Clivek respectfully, but the other party just froze for a moment, and then passed her by. He didn't even nod his head.

Zihua frowned, didn't he say he was a nobleman?Why was there no manners at all, she raised her hand and put down the hair that was coiled just now, gently dried the wet hair with a towel, and then fell asleep on the bed.

Zihua woke up very early the next morning. She tied up her black hair only at the side of her temples, and put down the rest.

Just after she finished grooming, Isabelle also got up, and she helped her tie two golden braids, and then tied them with a bow, which made her look younger by several years, and Isabelle was satisfied smiled.

After everything was ready, the two of them went downstairs, and after having some breakfast, they came to a small hall under the leadership of the servant Maritith. In the hall was a large round table full of brushes.

Robertson sat on the edge of the round table early on. He held a paintbrush in his hand. It seemed that he had been playing here for a long time, and his hands and clothes were covered with green paint.

Even at this age, Isabel could still clearly see the filled paints, so she was very unhappy with Robertson's scribbling and wasting of paints, and disgust soon appeared in her eyes.

The servant, Maritis, didn't like Robertson, a mischievous bastard, so she brought them here and left.

Zihua glanced at Isabelle, who was lamenting the paint, and walked to the little figure who was painting vigorously.After getting closer, the round table was fine from a distance just now, but now the mess on the table was all displayed in front of her eyes.

The off-white paper is covered with various colors, yellow, green, black and blue, it looks really wonderful.

Zihua grabbed Robertson's hand that was still desperately wasting paint, "Okay, let's call it a day!"

His hand was grasped vigorously, and Robertson's small face soon swelled up. He pouted and raised his head impatiently, "I want you..."

In the middle of speaking, Robertson's face changed, and his disgusted expression suddenly turned into joy. He ignored Zihua's hand, jumped off the chair, hugged her leg and said, "Mom, You are finally back."

Mother?

After Zihua and Isabelle heard this word, they raised their eyebrows at the same time. They looked at each other, and they both saw puzzlement in each other's eyes.

"I'm not your mother, I'm your new painting teacher Miss Gina, you can call me Sister Gina from now on, and the one in front..."

"I don't listen, I don't listen." Robertson interrupted her introduction, "My mother's hair is black in the picture, and your hair is also black, so you are my mother."

This logic seems to be quite reasonable.

Zihua was instantly stunned by what he said. She had stayed in the orphanage for so long, and it was the first time she encountered words that she didn't know how to explain.

How to put it, she is not the only person with black hair in this world, there are many people with black hair, but he has never seen it, but the people in this room are all like Isabelle It's blond, and I can't find any examples to prove this statement.

(End of this chapter)