Poison to death Valentine shouted that she was suffering from high fever again and had the illusion. What did you say?

Hush, my child, said Monte Cristo, covering her lips with his finger. I mean, drink a little poison. The count touched a bottle from his pocket and poured a few drops of red liquid into the glass to drink this. Don’t drink anything else tonight.
Valentine reached for the cup, but as soon as her hand touched it, she shrank back in fear. Monte Cristo picked up the cup and drank half of it, then handed it to Valentine, smiled and drank the remaining half.
Oh, yes, she shouted, I have tasted this taste. I have been drinking this for several nights. It seems that I am sober and have relieved my headache. Thank you, thank you.
This is you alive, said Count Invarantina, but I am alive. Oh, how much pain I have endured. When I saw the deadly poison poured into your cup, I trembled and thought that if I didn’t pour it out, you would drink it. How painful I was!
I felt very painful when you saw that deadly poison pour into my cup, said Gevalentina in horror. You saw this situation and you must have seen the poison pourer.
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Valentine stretched herself up and embroidered her snow-white chest. She had a cold sweat when she had a fever, and now she has a cold sweat. Did you see that man? The young girl asked again.
Yes, the count said again
You told me a terrible thing. That thing is so terrible. What do you want to kill me in my father’s house, in my room and in my bed? Oh, go ahead. You’re confusing me. You blaspheme. It’s impossible. It won’t happen.
Are you the first person to be hit by this hand? Can’t you see that Mr. Saint-Milan, Mrs. Saint-Milan and Barros have fallen? Mr. Noirtier has stopped taking the poison for the last three years. Has he not become a sacrifice?
Oh, my God. Valentine said that grandpa asked me to drink his potion in recent months. Is that the reason?
Are those potions a little bitter, like dried skin?
Oh, my God, yes.
Then everything is clear. Monte Cristo said that he also knows a person who is poisoning. Maybe he also knows who that person is. He is helping you to help his beloved child resist poison. Because you have lost some of the effectiveness of that kind of poison, you were poisoned to death four days ago. It is because of drinking this potion that I am finally white now.
So who is the poison murderer?
Have you never seen anyone walk into your room at night?
Oh, I see a figure walk past me every night and then disappear. I think it’s an illusion when I have a fever. When you came in, I was delirious or dreaming.
Then you don’t know who is trying to kill you, do you?
No, Valentine said who would want me dead?
Then your horse will know what Monte Cristo said and listen carefully.
What do you mean, Valentine said, looking around in horror.
You didn’t have a fever tonight. You’re wide awake now. It’s already midnight. The murderer is about to appear.
Oh, my God, said Valentine, wiping sweat from her forehead.
Midnight struck the copper hammer slowly and depressingly, and every stroke seemed to strike the young girl’s heart.
Count Valentine said that your department should control itself and not make a sound and pretend to be asleep, so you can see it.
Valentine grabbed the count’s hand. I thought I heard her say, please leave, she said
Later, when I saw the count’s answer, I crept to the door and looked at his face with a smile. Valentine was filled with gratitude. At the door, he turned around and said, Don’t move, don’t let them fall asleep, or maybe I will come or not help you, and you will be killed. After this terrible warning, the count disappeared behind the door and then quietly left.
Chapter 11 Red Snake Practice
Valentine was left alone in the room. The clock struck midnight in the distance, and then it was silent except for the occasional carriage passing. Valentine kept paying attention to the clock in her room. It was a second hand. She counted the seconds and walked. She found that the second hand swung much slower than her heartbeat, but she couldn’t help wondering who would want her to die if she never hurt anyone.
For what purpose? What has she done to provoke such an enemy? Of course, she can’t sleep. A terrible thought hovers in her mind, that is, a person is trying to murder her, and that person is coming again. This person has lost confidence in poison, just like Monte Cristo said. What can I do if the count comes to save her? What can I do if she is near the end of her life and she will never see Morrel? Valentine is so pale and cold that she almost rings the bell for help. Behind the door, I saw the count’s shining eyes, which were imprinted on her memory. She felt so ashamed when she thought of him. She could not help but ask her silently, how rashly she did something stupid to repay her passion for the count? Twenty minutes passed, and then ten minutes passed. At last, the clock struck half an hour. At this moment, the door knocked slightly on her nails to inform Valentine that the count was still alert and informed her that she was equally alert, that is, on the other side of Edward’s room. Valentine seemed to hear it. She tilted her ears and held her breath, almost choking. The door handle turned and the door was slowly pulled. Valentine got up with her hand, and then she quickly fell to bed and covered her eyes with an arm. Then she waited in panic and trembling for her heart to be pulled by an indescribable horror.
A person went to the bed to pull the bill. Valentine tried to control her hair and breathe evenly, as if she slept smoothly. Valentine said softly that the girl had a chill in her heart, but it was still silent. Valentine made up her mind never to wake up. Then everything was silent, but Valentine heard a slight and almost inaudible sound. It was the sound of liquid pouring into her glass. She bravely opened her eyes and looked over from the bottom of her arm. At this moment, Valentine might be short of breath and move a little.
That’s Madame de Villefort.
Valentine couldn’t help shuddering when she recognized her stepmother, and even her bed shook. Madame de Villefort immediately ducked back to the wall and watched Valentine’s lightest movement through the account. Valentine remembered Monte Cristo’s terrible exhortation. She saw that she didn’t hold the bottle and was holding a long and sharp knife in her hand. She gathered her strength to try to close her eyes, but this simple movement was very easy to complete at ordinary times, but now it became almost impossible. Strong curiosity was driving her eyes to see what was going on. Valentine breathed evenly, and there was silence around her. Madame de Villefort reached out from behind the account again and continued to pour the contents of the bottle into the cup. Then she retired quietly. Valentine didn’t hear that she had left the room. She saw the arm shrink back, white and round, the arm of a beautiful young woman of twenty-five years old, but it was pouring with death.
Although Madame de Villefort stayed in the room for a minute, it was impossible for Valentine to explain what she felt. The knocking at the door woke the young girl up from a state of near numbness and dementia. She looked up with difficulty and hit the count of Monte Cristo again.
What do you think? He said, do you still doubt it?
Oh, my young girl murmured
Did you see it?
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Do you recognize it?
Valentine groaned. Oh, she said I saw it, but I can’t believe it.
So would you rather die than Maximilian?