The spring at the old Parsons estate was actually quite nice. There was a broadleaf chaste tree in the back garden, which always cast a huge shade over the tea table, letting in just the right amount of sunlight. There were also new berries sticking out of the fence, juicy and bright red, very beautiful, although they always had the fate of being plucked bare.
Samuel Osvid was the one who destroyed the fruit with ruthless hands.
Because he had nothing else to do except reading and destroying flowers and fruits.
The eight-year-old young master of the Parsons' old manor was gloomy and difficult to deal with. This was what the few servants in the manor often said privately. But in fact, they did not have much contact with Samuel Osvid. Apart from the routine preparation of three meals and tidying up the house every day, they rarely appeared in front of Samuel Osvid.
No one to play with and no one to go out, these two points were enough to drive an eight-year-old boy crazy. Moreover, he was abandoned in disguise - the Parsons family had already moved to the new manor, where his father and three brothers whose appearance he didn't even know lived.
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