As Victor was leaving, Scarlett noticed the wound on his neck.
She hesitated, then grabbed the bag of bread and held it out to him: “Take this.”
She expected him to refuse, so she looked at the ground to avoid his eyes and added, "You have to eat well to heal.
I heard that you're drinking wine for breakfast these days.
Does that make sense?"
Victor stopped and asked: “Don’t you remember that I sent you to the monastery?”
Scarlett froze, then replied with a stiff face: “How could I forget that?”
“Then why do you care about my recovery?”
“It's not a concern...
You're disturbed by my dignity.
I'm also disturbed by your injury and hunger.”
"Everyone gets upset about something different.
I'll turn down the role of accompaniment, so take that."
Victor looked at her carefully.
He didn't understand this side of her.
He thought she was hiding something, but he hadn't discovered it yet.
He looked into her clear eyes, which make anyone who sees them confused, then he took the bag and turned around.
As usual, he handed the bag to Blight.
Scarlett looked at him as he left, then remembered his coat in the closet.
“Ah, the coat.”
Usually, someone would take his coat and return it to him wherever he went.
She felt like he was looking at her before leaving to hint at bringing the coat.
In the absence of servants, the landlady had to bring him.
Victor will not open the closet of a woman who lives alone, but will leave the coat behind.
Scarlett grabbed the coat and ran out of the house, but he had already left.
She sighed as she stood in front of the building, when Liv passed by and asked: “What is this coat?”
“Oh?
My ex-husband left him.”
“What?
Why did he come?”
She wanted to say “he came drunk” and curse with her, but she couldn’t.
She turned the topic to the coat: “Why is it so heavy?”
“It looks heavy.
It's huge.”
“Yes...shall I throw it away?”
She looked at the coat seriously, and Liv said, "It looks great.
Why don't you l it?"
“Will a coat l for this size?”
“This may be difficult.”
Liv seemed to want to ask many questions, but she settled for a sly nod.
Scarlett smelled the coat, and it smelled of the forest, making her heart skip a beat.
Surprised by her reaction, she returned to the store and threw the coat into the heater.
"Scarlett!
What are you doing?" shouted Liv, who followed her.
“My husband always smelled of the forest, and now the coat does too.
I hate this.”
She said firmly to protect her heart, but looked at the burning coat anxiously: “He won’t demand repayment from me, right?”
"Are you asking now?" Liv shouted.
“Maybe I went crazy for a moment...thinking about him makes me very angry.”
I looked at the burning coat.
Did I really burn him with anger?
She wasn't sure of her feelings.
Her hatred towards Victor for sending her to the monastery subsided after a year.
Sometimes you laugh with him, and even feel a strange palpitation.
Will he ever forgive her?
She thought as she looked at the fire.
Evil Crimson was in the hospital for a while.
Even if he came out, it seemed like he would hide in fear of Issac.
Isaac planned to partially regain his sight and go to court to prove that he no longer needed a guardian.
Meanwhile, Scarlett placed an advertisement in the newspaper:
[We are urgently looking for craftsmen who worked in the first Crimson Factory.
Contact Scarlett Crimson Watch Shop on 7th Street]
The advertisement was to find craftsmen who had been fired for criticizing defective Eiffel watches, to consult them and to prove the defects of Eiffel watches.
But after two weeks, no response arrived.
Scarlett went back to her routine.
She spent most of the store's profits on buying paint colors, forcing her to skip meals, but it was worth it.
The diverse colors inspired her.
Scarlett took out a bottle of rare paint, took some of it with a spoon to the palette, and then began to color for an hour.
While designing the clock, she turned a page in her sketchbook and began drawing a spring-powered machine.
I was surprised by the sound of footsteps on the stairs, so I closed the notebook.
“I heard the notebook closing,” Andrei said from behind the wooden door.
“You were distracted, weren’t you?”
“You are a ghost”
“I became sensitive because the manager gets distracted a lot.”
Scarlett muttered and opened the door, handing over the notebook.
Andrei carefully examined the designs while Scarlett looked at the paint and said, “Strange, when I make watches, I miss my parents so much.”
“Weird?
This is normal.”
“When I was little, I tried not to miss them.”
“Why?”
“I was too old to be sad,” thought Scarlett, then laughed like a conciliatory old woman.
“You were twelve”
“Exactly, old enough to understand the reality.
There was no one to take care of me and my blind brother.
My brother was the heir, so they didn’t kick him out, but who knows when they would hurt him?
So I worked as a maid to stay at home and avoid the orphanage.”
“You painted this watch well.”
Andrei changed the subject, and Scarlett laughed: “Yes, I will make them in three years.
Once the draw starts, I won’t be able to make my own watches temporarily.”
“The craftsmen expelled by Eiffel will return.
They can make the withdrawn watches.”
“I've posted the ad three times already.”
Andrei nodded in agreement and looked at her drawings: “Unfortunate, they are very beautiful.”
Scarlett looked at him suspiciously: “Why are you praising me?
Trying to lure me into work?”
“You know that, so why do you ask?
Work.”
Andrei clapped in front of her with a sullen face, then pointed to the drawing of the spring mechanism: “Stop being distracted.
What’s the use of this?”
“It's circular”
“Round?”
"Yes, it rotates for a while without human propulsion or a steam engine.
Having someone push causes guilt, and the steam engine produces thick smoke.
So…"
“Enough of the personal talk.
This is good news for the whirlpool lovers, but not for me.
By the way, it's fifteen minutes past the end of work.
Sign up for overtime.”
Scarlett laughed in amazement, recorded the reward and said: “Well?
Finish in peace, and good work.”
“Yes, ma'am.”
Andrei saluted politely as usual and went down to the first floor.
He finished preparing to leave, closed the door, greeted Victor's men watching the house, and then walked away slowly.
He felt someone following him, so he crossed the street and entered an alley.
Victor's men were following him.
Andrei muttered as he opened his bag: “If he was so obsessed, why did he divorce her?”
He took out a hat and coat and put them on, then entered a house through an open door and slowly went out of its window.
After getting rid of Victor's men, head to the nearby police station.
A policeman asked: “How can I help you?”
Andrei took out his police badge: “Royal Constable Second Class.
I want to find something.”
“Yes, what's going on?”
Andrei took out a list from his coat pocket: “Find these people and tell me.”
“Criminals?”
“There's no need to know.
Just look for them.
I'll be back.”
Andrey left the police station.
Interfering in such matters was dangerous for an undercover cop.
Andrei never imagined that he would have to do such things while undercover.
He felt surprised at himf, but he did not justify his actions.
He who justifies every action is difficult for him to be a spy.
He was just focusing on his role.