69novels Chapter 309 Family
Chapter 309 Family
Thea's residence welcomed a long-awaited... guest?
"Aunt Xixi?"
The girl's raised eyebrows were full of surprise, while Narcissa awkwardly looked away.
She had clearly prepared herself, but when she actually stood in front of the girl, her embarrassment and guilt almost made her run away.
What should she say?
Should he continue to act friendly in order to win the girl's favor?
It's the same as last time, a cold and rational exchange of interests?
Two conflicting thoughts left Narcissa feeling dizzy and as uncomfortable as a relapse of her previous severe cold.
Narcissa remained silent for a long time, so Thea let her be and went to the side to continue reading her book.
"Thea—"
After what seemed like an eternity, Narcissa finally spoke.
"I……"
"I know this is shameless, but I have no other choice..."
As she spoke, Narcissa's haughty demeanor, typical of a noblewoman, vanished, replaced by a near-hysterical sob.
It's hard to imagine that this is the expression that would appear on her face.
“Lucius went to beg his master… He returned and fell ill, his hair turned much whiter…”
"I went to find Bella..."
At this point, Narcissa's voice choked with sobs, and she nearly burst into tears. "She said it was Draco's good fortune... that serving his master was his... glory..."
At this point, Narcissa could no longer hold back her tears.
God knows how much she wanted to jump up and scratch Bella's face when she heard those words!
That's her son!
Her only child!
That was the continuation of her life, the meaning of her existence.
How could Bella so casually describe a near-death adventure as a blessing?!
A gentle breeze blew by, and Thea looked down at the opportune moment, just in time to see the cold glint in Narcissa's eyes reflected in the teacup in front of her.
Is it true that motherhood makes one strong?
That's interesting.
Thea chuckled inwardly, but her expression remained one of great interest.
Tell me why you're here!
“Get rid of all that sentimental stuff, I don’t want to hear it.”
Narcissa looked up in alarm. Thea, sitting in the main seat, remained expressionless, but the coldness in her eyes was completely different from the Thea she remembered.
Yes.
It's definitely different now.
I heard she recently raided the homes of several Death Eaters, obtaining countless treasures and taking countless lives—
Narcissa's inner coldness grew stronger; she tore off her mask of sentimentality and forced herself to remain calm.
"I need you to protect Draco for me, at the very least... he has to come back alive!"
As long as I'm alive, I don't care if I'm missing an arm or a leg!
As long as you're alive.
As long as I'm alive...
"As a price, I'm willing to give up everything I have, including the Malfoy family!"
Narcissa stood before Thea, her voice firm and resolute, like a mother wolf driven to desperation.
Sure enough, these were the Black people she knew.
Thea slowly recalled the events in her mind.
Bella goes without saying; she was Voldemort's number one madwoman, and in the original books, she was a ruthless person who achieved greatness by showing no mercy to even her own family.
Sirius Black is no less impressive; for the sake of brotherhood, he betrays his family and, after escaping Azkaban, embarks on a thrilling manhunt.
Andromeda?
She doesn't usually have a high profile, but when she goes crazy, she's willing to elope with a man, even if it means being expelled from her family.
And the most regrettable one is Regulus.
The well-behaved boy, who had been quiet for over a decade, suddenly went berserk, even managing to outmaneuver Voldemort.
As for Narcissa, she might be the most secretly insane member of the Black family...
"I agree to your conditions, and what I want is very simple..."
The first part of the sentence put Narcissa at ease, but the second part... terrified her.
Who can guess what a madman is thinking?
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"Thea... has she gone mad?"
Just as the two were finalizing their deal, in the room next door, Gella was having an existential crisis.
In fact, anyone who sees the document in front of them will question the meaning of life.
"Tsk tsk tsk, this group... is really lucky..."
"Does Thea just have a soft spot for this kind of fool?"
Gella watched and complained, because only in this way could she cover up the heartache and bitterness that was bleeding inside her.
"Good guy!"
"I exclaimed, 'Wow!'"
When Gella saw the long string of numbers at the end of the document summarizing expenses, which made her eyes dizzy, she finally couldn't bear it anymore and clutched her chest in agony.
"Where did this spendthrift come from?!"
I'm wrong!
I was really wrong!
I knew arranging intern teams was difficult, but I didn't expect it to be this difficult! And this costly!!!
At this point, Gella was essentially devastated.
She couldn't help but recall the astonished look on Thea's face when Thea presented her with the draft conditions a couple of days ago.
Is this really some kind of terrifying event where you have a slim chance of survival?
Isn't this some kind of group activity where billionaires train their successors?
Check it out!
What does it mean that missions cannot include bloody activities such as the slaughter of humans?
The mission must not contain any content that excessively harms the physical or mental health of the young wizard.
Do not interfere with the young wizard's independent actions during the mission (for the sake of justice)!!!
During the mission, it is forbidden to...
Looking at those harsh "labor terms" that were even more ruthless than those of a exploiter, tears of envy streamed down Gella's face.
She really wanted to participate in this kind of "spring outing"!
But the thought of that astronomical figure made Gellar sheepishly withdraw a dream.
She continued reading the documents.
five minutes later,
Gella slammed her hand on the table and stood up. She didn't care; she was going anyway!
She wanted Thea's favoritism too!
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"you………"
"How...how did you know???"
Inside Thea's room, the last trace of elegance that Narcissa exuded as a noblewoman vanished from her face.
Her hands trembled, and her whole body shook; her face told the story of what was so unusual—fear.
A fear that comes from the bottom of one's heart.
In her extreme fear, Narcissa suddenly remembered the rumors she had heard about Thea.
"She...she's not human!"
It was clearly an insult, but the person who said it was filled with fear and trembling, making one wonder what kind of experience had caused him to be so terrified.
"She's a demon who crawled out of hell!!!"
The man's shrill voice and distorted expression sent chills down Narcissa's spine.
"She's been to hell, so she knows everyone and everything!!!"
"No one can keep a secret from her!!!"
"She only needs to glance at you to be able to rip your entire past and present life out of your body like your intestines!!!"
"Clap!"
Thea put down her teacup with a soft thud, but Narcissa reacted extremely strongly, as if the person sitting in front of her was not a human, but some kind of evil spirit.
Thea herself laughed when she thought of the analogy.
Unexpectedly, this smile made Narcissa even more trembling.
Her voice trembled.
"You...you want it...I'll give it to you right now!"
Thea wasn't surprised by the result. She casually pointed in the direction of the memory ball, then turned around and started reading.
Narcissa didn't come over until the clock hands were slowly pointing to 12 o'clock.
"I'm suddenly a little unsure whether bringing you back was the right thing to do or a mistake."
Click.
The door was closed.
The person inside remained motionless for a long time.
"It must be... wrong."
Snowflakes fluttered outside the window, while inside the house, the sounds of people were faint.