Chapter 533 Cassandra: Blake, You Must Have Cast The Imperius Curse On My Father, Right?

Mr. Worley fell silent. In fact, he did not want to restrict his daughter's freedom of making friends. On the contrary, he actually always felt that his daughter was too proud and had too few friends. Therefore, he has always hoped that his daughter could make more friends. Therefore, Mr. Worley is not actually targeting anyone else, he is just targeting Blake, who is unnervingly good. Moreover, he also doubted in his heart whether his daughter could really grasp such a person...

"I have a lot of good friends, sir. For me personally, I feel very happy because of the existence of my friends. This is also one of the fundamental reasons why I want to create a magic address book. Because this thing can enhance our friendship. More connected. If... I didn't have friends... and didn't receive many greetings even on a holiday like Christmas, I would be very unhappy. So, put yourself in my shoes. If I were Cassandra, I had no friends, and only my family in the magic address book... Then guess, would I feel more or less lonely? Mr. Worley, are you right? There is no doubt about your daughter's love, but with all due respect, your love is too selfish. You have never considered it from Cassandra's point of view, and you have never considered her feelings."

Mr. Worley stood up suddenly and said angrily: "My love is selfish? How dare you say that!"

"Why don't I dare to say that?" Blake said calmly: "Before Cassandra met me, how many friends did she have? And after Cassandra met me, how many friends did she have? Is it Cassandra now? Is Sandra happy, or is Cassandra happy before? Do you really feel nothing at all?"

When Mr. Worley heard this, everyone was stunned. Yes, Cassandra was a very good child before she met Blake, but... maybe it was her own reasons that led to Cassandra's character. I have been too aloof since I was a child. There are only a few peers who can catch her eye. Even if she gets close to a few peers, she treats them as followers... But everyone knows that they cannot be considered true friends at all. So at that time, although Cassandra had no problems on the surface, secretly she was lonely, and naturally there was nothing to talk about whether she was happy or unhappy. Until she met Blake... all her proud points were crushed by Blake.

Mr. Worley thought that Cassandra would become very unhappy because of this, but in fact, it was not until that time that Cassandra had a trace of fireworks. Then, she and Blake became friends, and because of Blake, she gradually gained many other friends. There are also more and more smiles.

Although she usually still shows disdain for her friends except Blake, she still carefully prepares gifts and sends them to her friends during Christmas. After getting the magic address book, she still exchanged keywords with her friends enthusiastically, and chatted enthusiastically every day. Therefore, after meeting Blake, Cassandra has undergone earth-shaking changes. This is an indisputable fact.

This caused Mr. Warley to have deep self-doubt. Could it be that over the years, it was because he was too protective that Cassandra became so unfriendly to strangers? Otherwise, why? After contacting Blake, could Cassandra get better quickly? After Blake saw Mr. Worley fell silent, he knew it was time to strike while the iron was hot.

"Sir, I love Cassandra too, but I have never thought about keeping her tied to me. All along, I have been letting her come into contact with more people. I told her that there is something in everyone. Have your own shining points, and don’t use your own standards to evaluate whether others are good enough. Moreover, when making friends with someone, you shouldn’t just judge whether the other person is good enough. Otherwise, wouldn’t I have no friends? After all, No matter how outstanding you are, you are still not as outstanding as me!"

Mr. Worley was speechless. He recalled the scenes of educating his daughter in the past, and sweat broke out on his forehead. Cassandra developed such an arrogant character, which had a lot to do with him. My daughter has been smart since she was a child. She has stood out among her peers since she was very young. Therefore, Mr. Worley, who loves his daughter dearly, has been teaching his daughter that there is no need to pay attention to people who are not as good as you because he is afraid that his daughter will suffer a disadvantage. Mr. Worley sat down slumped and was speechless for a long time.

Blake suddenly asked: "Mr. Worley, was Mrs. Worley as good as Cassandra when she was studying?" Mr. Worley replied smoothly: "Of course... Strictly speaking In fact, she was much better than me. At that time, there were countless people who wanted to pursue her..."

"That is to say, Mrs. Worley is just as good as her daughter, so..." Blake leaned forward and touched the knife accurately. "If she had the same idea as Cassandra at the beginning, thinking that anyone who is not as good as herself is rubbish...then how did you marry her home when you are not as good as Mrs. Warley?" Woolen cloth?"

Mr. Worley covered his chest and looked at Blake with a pale face. Mad, this little bastard is trying to kill someone! The two most proud things of Mr. Worley's life are that the first one is having Cassander. The second reason for having such an outstanding daughter is that he thought he was outstanding enough (bhbf), so he defeated all his love rivals and successfully embraced the beauty. But now... Blake told him unabashedly that firstly, his daughter, whom he thought was excellent, was actually taught badly by him. Secondly, it was not because of how good he was that he won Mrs. Warley's heart. Excellent...According to the ideas I taught my daughter, he should have been a piece of shit in the eyes of Mrs. Warley! What else can I say? Thank you, father-in-law, for not being a slave like me? Not being as blind as myself. How many times do you educate your daughter?

"Sir, you really have double standards... You are not good enough for Mrs. Warley, but you pursue her without any hesitation. And when you are teaching your daughter, you tell her that people who are not good enough do not need to Are you talking about it? It’s all rubbish?” Blake’s last strike almost made Mr. Worley have a heart attack……

"You...you...wait! How do you know I said this to my daughter?" Mr. Worley quickly discovered the blind spot.

Blake's information all came from the house elves in the Warley family manor, so he now knows exactly how Mr. Warley educated Cassandra. Of course, he couldn't directly say that this was information he obtained from other channels.

"Is it difficult to guess? Cassandra was like this before! People who are not as good as her are trash in her eyes." Blake calmly spread his hands, "And, if Cassandra is taught this point of view If you are Mrs. Worley, then Mrs. Worley would not have married you, because she would never care about you who is not as good as she is. So, there is only one option left, and that is what you taught... ..Huh? You don’t want to tell me that ignorant little Cassandra realized these views on her own, right?”

Mr. Worley closed his mouth. He was so flustered that he didn't notice the loopholes in Blake's words. He only felt that his breathing became a little difficult. Because although he was really unwilling and unconvinced, he...had to admit that what Blake said was right.

Blake did not take advantage of the situation to pursue him again, otherwise, he would have been really worried that Mr. Warley would lose his temper... He picked up the cup and took a sip of tea, giving Mr. Jueley enough time to calm down.

Mr. Worley raised his head and looked at the ceiling above his head, as if flowers suddenly bloomed above. After a long while, he said weakly: "I...I have always been for Kassan.

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"Really? In fact, I can understand why you want to educate Cassandra like this. If I had such an outstanding daughter, I would also be worried that she would be deceived by gangsters..." Blake said leisurely.

Mr. Worley's eyes lit up, "That's right! Look, we all have this idea! How can you blame me..."

"But..." Blake interrupted Mr. Worley and asked: "But, I met the requirements. I am good enough to be in Cassandra's eyes and become a normal person who is not trash in her eyes. People... So... Why are you objecting to my approach? You don't want people who are inferior to Cassandra to approach her, but you don't want people who are as good as her to approach her. Sir... What exactly do you want to do? What you say is for Cassandra's own good, is that you want her to be alone for the rest of her life? Are you really doing this for her? Do you think that as long as she is alone forever? People will never be afraid of being cheated or hurt?"

Blake's words directly destroyed Mr. Worley's last line of defense. It turned out that he had always been wishful thinking, "It's all for your own good", and he was actually persecuting Cassandra? Mr. Worley's lips were trembling. He wanted to stand up and refute Blake, but in the end, he couldn't say a word. Not exported. Thinking back to my daughter over the years, before she met Blake, there were two little followers at first, and then... she was left alone. It's hard to imagine how lonely and sad my daughter felt in those years... For a moment, a huge feeling of guilt came to her heart, and she felt as if she had aged ten years.

"Sir...even...even if Cassandra leaves me in the future, she will have a better life, not...not the same as before, Back to being alone again. Because Cassandra has changed now, she has more friends, and her life has changed. I just hope...that time. You, don't change her back to how she was before...

Then, the two fell into silence again... and the atmosphere seemed very solemn. He was so solemn that even the house elves didn't dare to come over and refill their empty teacups...

"Blake, I made you some puffs! Try it and see how good I am..." Cassandra came over with a plate. But the solid atmosphere at the scene made Cassandra's smile gradually solidify. Is this...the talks broken down? And looking at the situation, the conflict between the two is even greater? Thinking of this, Cassandra's mood quickly dropped. I originally thought Blake could reconcile with his father. But now it seems...it's just wishful thinking...

Blake saw Cassandra frozen in place and at a loss, so he stood up and wanted to take the plate in her hand. However, before Blake received the plate, Mr. Worley suddenly stood up and took the plate with the puffs. He picked up a piece of puff that looked a little burnt and threw it into his mouth. Blake was sure that he had read it correctly. When Mr. Worley started chewing, his lips trembled violently. Blake was a little lucky that Mr. Worley took it first [because Cassandra's craftsmanship seems to still need to be improved__

"Well..." Mr. Worley put the plate on the table silently, and then quietly picked up the teacup, but unfortunately, the tea in the teacup had long since dried up.

Just when the corners of Mr. Worley's mouth began to twitch violently, Blake snapped his fingers, and Mr. Worley's empty cup was filled with tea again by Blake's refilling spell. Mr. Worley glared at Blake, then tried his best to remain calm and took a big sip of tea... Then his expression became a little more relaxed.

Cassandra looked a little panicked. It seemed that the two of them didn't get along very well. She was afraid that her father would kick Blake out of the house in the next second. "You...Mi]...

But what Cassandra was saying in a low voice was interrupted by Mr. Warley. He touched Cassandra's head and said with disappointment: "I'm sorry, Cassandra, it was indeed my fault... It was all because of me that you developed such a character before. I won’t be able to find friends... I thought all of my thoughts were for your good, but that was the real mistake... Sigh

This is the first time I've eaten food prepared by your own hands... You have indeed changed a lot... You didn't even bother to do these things before. You are really good now. "

"Dad... you mean..." Cassandra's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Yes, I will not restrain you as before... I believe that you have the ability to distinguish right from wrong. And... my restraint is the greatest harm to you. In addition. ....." Mr. Worley turned to look at Blake, "I also want to apologize to you, Blake... Thinking about it, it is indeed a bit ridiculous. I would think that you have ulterior motives because you are too good. ...I'm sorry... But since you just said that you love Cassandra, then I hope you can be sincerely good to Cassandra. Otherwise... ..

Cassandra blushed when she heard this. What on earth did Blake say to his father? How could he talk about loving me or something...

"If I had been bad to Cassandra, I wouldn't be here talking to you today, sir..." Blake said seriously.

Mr. Worley nodded sadly. "Okay, this matter is in the past. Cassandra, didn't you say you wanted to join Blake's global trip? Go ahead and have fun.

Cassandra looked at Blake in shock. She suddenly grabbed Blake's hand and asked, "Blake...could you have used the Imperius Curse on my father?"

"Eh? I didn't." Blake looked at Cassandra in surprise. If it were easier to use the Imperius Curse... why would there be any need to prepare all night?

"Impossible...my father actually apologized to me, and even apologized to you...This is impossible..." Cassandra gritted her teeth and said, "Tell me, did you give Did my father use the Imperius Curse?"

Mr. Worley quickly waved his hand, "Cassandra, Blake did not use the Imperius Curse on me... In fact, I hope he can use the Imperius Curse on me. In this way, the feeling in my heart I could feel less guilty.”

"People who are under the Imperius Curse don't say that they have the Imperius Curse." Cassandra said suspiciously.

Mrs. Worley's voice suddenly came from the side, "I can prove that Blake did not use the Imperius Curse." Blake turned around and looked [Song Erwoley stood up from the sofa on the other side of the living room.

"Because I have been secretly hiding here and eavesdropping." Mrs. Warley said with a smile, "You don't know, Blake almost made your father cry with guilt.

"Ahem! No no! Honey, stop talking!" Mr. Worley quickly wanted to interrupt his wife's teasing, but he didn't expect that he could still hide and eavesdrop! This is so embarrassing!

Mrs. Warley ignored her husband's forced respect. She smiled and said to Blake: "It was a wonderful conversation, Blake...and you did hit the point. The former Cassandra, It’s so lonely, Cassandra is really good now, she’s learned to make friends [and make desserts…just take it with a grain of salt.”

"What? Did I put it wrong?" Cassandra said helplessly: "Mom, since you saw it all, why didn't you remind me?"

"Remind you? But... I really want to see the expression of Blake, who is always calm and composed, when he eats salty puffs... Alas, it's a pity that he was beaten by your father Eat first."

"It's okay to put the wrong salt, Cassandra. I am an alchemist, and in alchemy, it is possible to transform substances. Blake took out a small bottle and sprinkled some strange powder on those puffs, and then, He snapped his fingers again, and then the strange powder disappeared into the puff.

Blake picked up a puff and put it into his mouth. An intoxicated look appeared on his face. "Well, these puffs are very sweet."