When Hermann walked outside the door, he heard Albert crying. Albert's fear was still lingering in his heart. He didn't know what the man said in Albert's ear that made Albert cry uncontrollably.
If you look carefully, you can notice the panic and helplessness in Albert's eyes, but Hermann just subjectively thinks that his good son is unhappy because his body is wet with pee.
If Albert could speak, he would definitely use the language he could think of to describe what had just happened.
Careless Hermann wiped Albert's body with a clean cloth, but even after doing this, Albert still couldn't calm down.
Fortunately, Kirk noticed that Hermann had not come downstairs for a long time, so she took the initiative to go upstairs to take care of Albert who was still crying.
"Honey, let me do it." Kirk leaned half of his body out from behind the door and said to Herman.
"Oh, my goodness, you are just in time, dear," said Hermann distressedly.
Hermann, who had just become a father, was at a loss as to what to do with Albert's crying, and he felt like he had been granted amnesty when he saw Kirk coming.
Kirk carefully noticed the water stains on Herman's body. He probably guessed what happened to Herman, so he smiled and said to Herman, "Go change your clothes. I'll take care of the baby. You should take advantage of today to get to know more people."
"Then Albert is left to you. You know, I get a headache when I hear him crying." Hermann said with a wry smile, then left the room and went to the next room to change clothes.
Kirk expertly put a new diaper on Albert and picked him up.
He sang a lively folk song and patted Albert's back gently to the rhythm.
This is Albert's favorite ballad, "I'm a Little Alligator."
"I am Sappi, a little crocodile.
From Egypt on the Nile I was in an egg, biting and biting until I came out
Bite bite bite bite bite bite bite
I am Sappi, a little crocodile
I have sharp teeth and there are many of them. I bite everything I can chew. I bite because I am good at it.
Bite bite bite bite bite bite bite
I am Sappi, a little crocodile
I like biting very much. It is my favorite game. I slowly crawled to Mama to show her how I bite.
Bite bite bite bite bite bite bite
I am Sappi, a little crocodile
When I couldn’t bite anything, I would bite baba’s leg and then slowly fall asleep…
Bite, bite, bite, bite, bite, bite."
Albert's emotions gradually calmed down with the sound of the folk song and his mother's company, but his eyes had unknowingly become much emptier, and he slowly fell asleep leaning in his mother's arms.
Kirk sang patiently over and over again until Einbert fell completely asleep before putting him to bed.
Kirk sat beside Albert's crib, watching Albert grow up day by day, and felt a little reluctant.
"It would be nice if your baby grew this big every day, but that's not realistic; one day, you will grow up, start your own family, and leave your mother."
Kirk thought to himself.
This is an extremely contradictory feeling. One desires the child to be forever innocent and cute, but one also hopes the child can be independent.
Thinking of this, Kirk's eyes turned red and he couldn't help but shed a tear.
She placed Albert's little hand on her face, gently feeling the child's pulse from his fingertips.
This crystal tear fell on Albert's little hand. He seemed to frown in his sleep, but there was still a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.
After a moment of grief, Kirk tidied himself up and it was time to go downstairs to drive away those enthusiastic ladies for Hermann.
"I am not only a mother, but also a wife."
Kirk clenched his fist and encouraged himself.
She walked lightly and closed the door carefully.
Eugene sat cross-legged on a long leather sofa. He was now in a situation that every married man would envy: surrounded by beautiful women.
His face turned red due to the influence of alcohol, and there were countless lipstick marks on it. He held two beautiful women in his arms, each with their own unique characteristics.
He was singing loudly a song of unknown tune. Hermann was too lazy to pay attention to his brother when he saw his brother's expression. He just met with other businessmen in the market and discussed the business they were going to do next.
"Next, I will use my brother's and my connections and financial resources to start a new electrical appliance company. I hope you can support me."
Hermann said loudly, and after a pause he continued,
"In addition to popularizing electrical appliances, we will also vigorously promote charity projects. My brother Eugene Einstar will donate all the profits from the Far East Oil Field to charity projects. Please be informed."
Herman's declaration caused an uproar among the people present. Everyone knew that Eugene had recently acquired a piece of black gold land, but no one expected that Eugene would make such a decision in order to protect himself.
Although the mining rights were handed over to the Iron Chancellor, the right to profit was in Eugene's hands; in other words, Eugene took the country's money and gave it back to the country, which was equivalent to transferring the money given to him by the country from his left hand to his right hand.
“What a courage.”
"Yes, this means that Mr. Eugene's land has zero profit at all. It is a loss-making business."
People were whispering after hearing this, but the French chef's face changed when he heard it in the dark.
This was an incident that needed to be reported immediately, so the chef ran to the kitchen and took out a telegraph machine, typing away telegrams.
He did this stealthily, but a figure wearing white gloves appeared behind him.
One hand covered the chef's mouth and chin, and the other hand pressed on the top of his head, breaking the chef's neck with a click.
The chef was approached from behind without his knowledge. The man must have been very good at hiding.
The man slowly laid the chef's body flat to prevent it from making a sound and attracting other people's attention. He operated the telegraph in front of him and disassembled it into parts. He then collected the parts of the telegraph one by one with a cloth strip and discarded them deep in the stove.
"Lord Bismarck's plan will not be affected by French people like you." The man said disdainfully.
There was a fanatical faith in that man's eyes, as if the Lord Bismarck he was talking about was his god.
Having done this, he exited the kitchen.
Outside the kitchen door, he smoothed out the wrinkles on his body caused by the previous assassination and regained his gentle appearance.
Eugene would never have thought that the real identity of the assassin was him!!!