Vlad put his hand on his mouth to stop a laugh. Claude let go of the iPad and turned to Flora, shocked :"Bloody hell! Who taught you that word?!"Flora was so confused. She was sure the word is related to trains and railways and murdering someone at the railway station. She had no idea what situation she put herself in:"Is it bad?" Asked her innocently."Gosh, Flora! It is! Don't say it again!""Is it linked to killing someone at the railway station?""What?!""Claude, did you kill someone by pushing them under a railing?!" Flora's eyes were serious and red, ready to shed tears. Although both Claude and Vlad understood the girl's position. It was so hard for them to conceal laughter.Vlad hides his face with his hands:"Are you sobbing, Vlad?!" Cried Flora. "Claude, did you push someone under a train?!"Claude got red as a tomato. No one could tell it was due to shyness, anger, or concealing laughter. Vlad was no better:"Vlad are you okay?" asked Flora kindly. "I'm sorry! Did I mak

At night, William the butler knocked on Carl's room. Carl's room was a classical piece. All wooden and too much furniture, it was cozy and warm. There was a piano that Carl played on every night almost. He was quite a good musician given his age. And it seemed music helped him let go of the pain. So his psychiatrist advised him to play every time anxiety, fear or discomfort attacks him. Carl's psychological condition was far from stable. He did his best to hide it from the others and especially Charlotte. But Claude knew his pain and Flora felt it through her high empathy. But since Carl asked for it, Claude promised he would never tell anyone about the horrible trauma Carl was through unless Carl allowed it. For the moment the doctors and his foster father Claude are the only souls knowing about his secret. Even his attackers are now, dead. It was almost seven p.m. The little family of Mr. Knightly will have dinner soon. Flora was playing Secrables with Lottie in the painting room.

Then terror surrounded him as she said with determination: "Mama, I have no place here. I will join you."Claude took his phone and texted Vlad to join him immediately: ‘COME TO FLORA’S ROOM RIGHT NOW! BRING AN INJECTION OF DIAZEPAM!”His Flora wants to commit suicide! His Flora wants to commit suicide!Claude took a deep breath. This is the worst moment to surrender to emotion and terror. He should stay strong. He should manage the situation well. Flora needs him the most. This time at least, he shouldn’t disappoint her.He looked through the open door and saw her getting out of her hide. Flora looked like a soulless corpse. She went to the table and took the knife from the fruit basket. Here, Claude knew waiting was the wrong decision and knocked on the door. Flora hesitated. And when Claude came in, she looked astonished: “Flora?” He whispered“What do you want?” She replied coldly“What is in your hand sweet girl?”“A knife” replied she naturally“What will you do with it?”“Go to

Flora saw a beautiful dream of her mother. They were together on the beach of Tunisia enjoying the sun and the lemon juice. Her mother introduced her to a beautiful boy who looked like little Claude :"I know you!" Said Flora"As if I met you in a dream!""But this is a dream, isn't it?" Laughed the boy"Gosh! I think you're right!" Flora laughed as well. And they had a fun day all three, together. Flora woke up due to Claude's caresses:"Flora, sweety. Do you want breakfast now or later?"Flora moaned softly and open her beautiful eyes:"Good morning, sir." Said she.Claude was kneeling on the floor near her and caressing her head"'Sir'?! We are alone sweety, call me by my name""Good morning, Claude"Claude smiled like a child:"Do you see how your sweetness is driving me stupid?"He said embarrassed and she laughed over his red face. Claude was in the middle of dressing up. He already changed his trousers, God knows where, and was about to start wearing a new shirt, so his chest w

The hug between Claude and his child was cut when his phone started ringing: "Is it work?" Asked Carl. Claude took his phone out of his pocket and his smile disappeared once he saw the caller's name: "It's Flora" He answered his call: "Hello, Darling. Is everything alright?... Yes... Hmmm... Wait a moment" Claude excused himself out of the car so Carl don't get to hear the conversation: "Flora are you crying?!... How?... What?!... Gosh! My heart almost stopped biting!"Claude ended the call and came back to the car. Carl looked at him waiting for some news but Claude kept silent: "Is it okay?!" Carl asked worriedly. "Well, it's not something bad." "What do you mean? What's happening with Charlotte?!" "It's... Mmmm... How can I say it... I do not have an idea if you know something about it, but trust me I will explain everything when you get back home from school." Claude didn't add a lot of explanation. He got Carl to school and went back home in a hurry. Driving with an i