Isaac's steps were hurried.
As he leaned on his cane, bumping here and there, several people approached him to offer assistance, helping him get through easily.
His destination was Domfelt Palace.
In fact, Isaac hated Victor Domfelt.
But now he needs his help.
When Victor heard that Issac Crimson was visiting him, he went out to the reception room.
He had just finished his work at the Air Force base and came out of the sauna.
As he entered, a light forest scent spread.
Smells good.
Isaac heard the sound of Victor sitting in the chair.
“My sister is planning to do something dangerous,” Isaac said calmly.
Victor did not respond, but the sound of a lighter being lit and the faint sound of a cigarette being lit was heard.
Issac added: “What Scarlett is doing is right, but it may put her safety at risk, so...
I hope you can help her.”
“Mr.
Victor… you are here, right?”
He wasn't sure why he was silent.
Victor replied: “I will do that.”
“Ah...”
Isak did not expect his quick approval, so he looked puzzled.
Victor didn't say anything else, as if the conversation was over.
"Then I'll go," Isaac said.
He heard a sound as if Victor beckoned to someone, then someone approached: “Hello, I am Kenlei.
I will accompany you to your home.”
Isaac got up, greeted politely and said: “I came alone, and I can return alone.”
Victor laughed lightly: “Brother and sister are alike.”
Isaac turned his head towards the voice.
“However, you are our master’s brother,” Qinle said in a friendly tone.
“Let our master provide you with a carriage.”
“So… okay, thanks.”
Issac spoke and followed the sound of Kinley's footsteps.
After they left, Victor said to Blight: “Put men to watch them, both of them.”
“Yes, sir”
“And he constantly informed me about Scarlett.”
“Yes, understood”
At that moment, Isaac's screams were heard from the hallway.
Victor and Blight came out to find Isaac covering his eyes with his hands.
“Count Crimson?”
"Yes …!"
While Isak was in pain, Kinley asked in confusion: “What’s wrong?”
Isaac shook his head.
As he stumbled and almost fell, Victor grabbed his arm and supported him and said to Blight: “Call a doctor.”
“Yes, yes!”
Blight ran terrified.
Soon, the Domfelt family doctor arrived hurriedly.
Isaac was lying on a bed in the guest room.
As he writhed in pain, the doctor undid the bandage, then screamed and turned away from Isaac.
Even Victor, who was used to disgusting things, frowned.
There were centipede-like worms wriggling over his misty eyes.
Isaac, despite his pain, was waving his arms to prevent anyone from touching his eyes.
He curled up on the bed, trying to endure the pain.
The doctor stopped holding an analgesic syringe, so Victor held Isaac tightly and ordered the doctor to inject him.
Fortunately, the painkiller began to work quickly, and Isaac's body calmed down.
The doctor asked in a trembling tone: “Count...what is this?”
Isaac buried his face in the sheet and shook his head, searching for a bandage.
Blight took a deep breath to calm down and brought a new bandage: “Here it is.”
Isaac grabbed the bandage and wrapped it over his eyes with great skill, as if he had been doing this for a long time.
But he pulled the bandage tightly with worry, as if he were determined never to loosen it.
This may have increased his pain.
When Isaac was calmed down by the sedative, Blight said: "His condition looks bad.
Shouldn't you be answering the doctor's questions?"
Isaac shook his head, determined to remain silent.
Victor clicked his tongue and said, “Stay here for a few days.
I would rather bring the guests back in good condition.”
“I don't want to leave the palace.”
“I will send men to guard him.”
Victor spoke and left.
Isaac gradually subsided in his pain.
The room became quiet after everyone left.
Isaac, despite his blindness, was sensitive enough to know the presence of people around him by sounds.
He remembered for a moment the man with the loud voice and the smell of the forest.
He was startled by his coldness.
Did this man really love Scarlett as much as she boasted?
Throughout their marriage, Scarlett was in love with him.
She laughed merrily at the mention of his name.
But Scarlett doesn't know how to love.
She was always just giving.
Was she really happy in this palace?
Isaac felt pain in his heart from the coldness of this great palace.
Scarlett completed the watch the next day in the afternoon.
I took off my monocle and looked at the Crimson watch, where the intricate parts interacted harmoniously.
This was definitely correct.
As a child, she would see these movements and think they looked like butterflies.
Some of the subtle movements may have resembled the flapping of butterfly wings.
Now, you must take this watch and face the Evil Crimson.
She wished there was another way, but her parents, who only knew machines, had never taught their daughter such ways.
Scarlett placed the watch on a purple pillow, then in a box that Andrei had carefully ected.
Andrei looked at Scarlett as she was getting ready to leave and said, “You look like a mole.”
“The mole?”
“Yes, don't see ahead and just move forward.”
Scarlett laughed awkwardly and asked, “Is that bad?”
“No, I think that's your only magic.”
“The only one?”
Scarlett stared at Andrei, then started pedaling.
Andrei looked at the store for a moment, then at Scarlett's back.
He frowned and said to himf, “Let me focus on my work.”
He returned to the store, and lately he had been feeling a bit confused about his work.
Scarlett parked her bike in front of the main store on Third Street, where the best Crimson watches were sold.
The street was full of luxury brand stores, and was known for its beauty, where wealthy people from other countries would come to spend their money.
Scarlett looked at the dimly lit door of the main store.
“Evil Crimson Flagship Store” was written on the glass wall of the three-story building.
It was only natural that the person named here would be considered the true heir to watch technology.
If Isaac could inherit the Crimson family in peace, Scarlett simply dreamed of displaying her watch in a corner of the flagship store.
Scarlett picked up the box and entered the store.
This was her parents' legacy: to make a timepiece that would last, that could be passed down to grandchildren.
If Evil Crimson, the watchmaker representing the Crimson family, continues to l counterfeit watches, the compensation required will subsequently increase, and the family's disgrace will increase.
To date, the number of people requesting repairs is increasing.
This was a problem that would explode sooner or later.
In the short term, it might be a big loss, but in the long term, this was a mountain the Crimson family had to overcome.
Scarlett opened the door to the store and entered.