Margaret changed her clothes and walked on the street in the port area. Seeing that people around her completely ignored her, she suddenly started humming a song in joy.
As she walked and looked around, she suddenly smelled a burnt aroma in the air, and she pulled the maid beside her and ran towards a roadside stall in the distance.
"Gina, look, there's grilled hairtail for sale over there, let's go try it."
The driver next to him, who had changed into old clothes, looked around with a serious expression.
When he caught a glimpse of the dark shadows on the roof where the light couldn't reach, he felt a little relieved.
The people from the Seventh Division have already caught up, and the port area is temporarily safe.
Margaret continued walking forward with the grilled hairtail in her hand.
Although the people around her were not very clean and there was some sewage and garbage on the ground, she didn't know why, but she couldn't help feeling happy when she walked on this street.
The port area is always so lively and noisy. Everyone is struggling for their own life. Large and small ships are coming and going. Many steam ships are parked at the shore to load and unload cargo. Strong laborers are sweating as they carry cargo.
Maid Gina covered her nose and dodged the sailors smoking cigarettes next to her. "Miss, do you really like coming here? I heard that Tuna Theater has some new romantic dramas. Why don't we go and see them?"
Margaret shook her head. "That kind of play is meaningless. It's nothing more than a man and a woman finally getting together after going through countless obstacles. The new play is nothing more than a change of roles for the male and female protagonists. There's no such good thing in reality."
She walked along the street, trying everything delicious and interesting that she saw along the way.
As the smell around started to get a little unpleasant, the streets started to narrow slowly, and some crazy people started to appear on the corners of the streets.
Looking at those dirty lunatics, Margaret sighed slightly. She knew that she couldn't help these people. Even if they were sent to a mental hospital, it wouldn't be long before another group of lunatics would pop up from nowhere.
They are here and no one knows when they come or when they disappear.
Margaret walked past them and continued walking forward. Not far ahead was the edge of the port area.
There was no one else on the beach except a shabby little house and a little boy eating food at the door.
Margaret walked over curiously. "Hello, you look delicious, what are you eating?"
The boy cautiously hid the black bread with fried eggs in his hand behind him, hid in the house and quickly closed the door.
Margaret found it funny. She was just saying hello. Was she afraid that someone would steal her food
Seeing that she couldn't strike up a conversation, Margaret took two quick steps to the nearby coast and looked at the dark sea in front of her.
"Miss, it's getting late. We have to go back now." The burly man who served as the driver and bodyguard looked at the dark sea vigilantly.
He could deal with people on the road, but if something jumped out of the water, he really wouldn't be able to handle it.
Margaret looked at the sea quietly for a while, then turned around and walked back the way she came. "We've been out for a while, it's much better than watching a play or having afternoon tea, let's go back."
Margaret walked past the lunatics and headed toward the busy street.
"Anna, wait for me for a moment. Let me finish this game."
The girl's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately turned around to look in the direction of those lunatics. She didn't understand the language just now, but the voice gave her a familiar feeling.
"Miss, what's wrong?" asked the head maid Gina curiously.
Margaret's eyes swept through the dirty crowd, but she found nothing. Finally, she said hesitantly: "Nothing... Let's go back."
The three of them passed through the bustling and noisy streets and returned to the islanders' residential area again. With a "bang", the car door was closed. Margaret in the car frowned slightly, thinking about something.
But just when the car had just driven a short distance, an anxious voice sounded in the car. "Stop, stop now!!"
There was a sharp brake sound, and Margaret, with a nervous look on her face, quickly opened the car door and ran towards the port area.
Just as she was hurrying back, she suddenly twisted her foot and the white heel of her shoe broke.
Regardless of the dirty ground, Margaret took off her shoes quickly and rushed forward in a pair of flesh-colored stockings.
"Miss, please tell me whatever you want to do now. I will do everything I can to help you." The driver who followed said as he ran with a nervous look on his face. It was the first time he saw the lady so anxious.
Margaret ignored the driver's voice. When she saw the gathering of crazy people in the distance, she quickened her pace and rushed out.
She rushed in like crazy, her eyes quickly scanning their faces. One dirty and dull face after another passed before her, but she did not find the face that she was thinking about.
"Lily, press here, press once to turn on the phone." A familiar voice suddenly sounded. Margaret turned around quickly and saw the madman who made the voice.
He was a madman standing in the gutter, holding a half-rotten rat in his hand and mumbling something that no one could understand.
The trembling Margaret wiped the dirt off the madman's face with her hands. When she saw the familiar scar, she finally couldn't hold back and burst into tears in Charles' arms.
Inside Governor He Fang's mansion, the white bathtub was quickly smeared with black dirt, and then quickly washed away by warm water.
Margaret's eyes were a little red as she took her face towel and gently wiped Charles' face.
His own lady actually refused to let him help and gave this lunatic a bath herself? !
The head maid at the side was so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth. She knew that her mistress always instinctively avoided men. Now she had such an attitude towards such a lunatic. What was the origin of this person?
Charles's clean face appeared in front of Margaret. At this time, he had a full beard, messy hair, and a haggard face. With the black tattoo spreading from his neck to his face, he was a completely different person compared to three years ago.
Margaret ran her hand over the scars on his chest, and tears welled up in her eyes again.
How much pain has the other person endured over the years, and why has he become like this? "Mr. Charles, do you still remember me? I'm Margaret."
Charles' eyes were dull and his gaze did not stay on the girl.
Margaret lowered her head, and different emotions of pain, worry, anxiety and heartache emerged in her heart.
"Ah!!" A scream pulled Margaret out of her grief. "Gina, what's wrong?"
"Miss, look at the shoulder where his hand is broken!" Maid Gina's voice was filled with a hint of fear.
Margaret looked sideways and found that the wound on Charles' broken arm was covered with dense white maggots, which kept wriggling and drilling into the flesh.
"Mr. Charles, wait for me, I'll go find a doctor for you." Margaret walked out of the bathroom in panic.
But when she pushed the door open and turned around, she bumped into a strong chest.
She looked up and saw that it was her brother.
"Where are you going?" Jack looked at his sister calmly.
(End of this chapter)