My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 812

— Holy's Tears

"That's true, and the young madam even likes to hug Miss Kathy. They' re really intimate."

"Isn't Second Young Master the same? Apart from the Young Madam, he only smiled when he saw Miss Kathy."

"This is very normal. After all, she was brought up from birth. Their relationship must be different."

The feelings must be different.

There's no such thing.

It couldn't be. He was also a child of the Cullen Family. How could he be different?

Holy lay on the bed, didn’t sleeping well. He was short of breath and his small hands held tightly onto the blanket while the sweat on his face grew more and more. He was sinking deeper into his dreams.

Under the faint moonlight, Charles stood behind Elizabeth and helped her tend the flowers.

"Have you finished what you were asked to do?" Elizabeth asked while cutting the flowers.

"It's all done. The evidence you left behind has been destroyed."

Charles replied respectfully.

"Go and check again. I don't want to leave any more hidden dangers." Elizabeth stood up from the ground, and took the towel from Charles to wipe her hands, "Although Cullen Family is no longer as prominent as when my husband was alive, the current Cullen Family is very calm. With my son and grandchildren by my side, there's nothing more important than this."

"Yes."

Charles lowered his head.

"Therefore, I do not wish for this peace to be broken. In the past, I had kept those because I had not yet reconciled with Alice. Now, there is no need. I suddenly thought of destroying all of these yesterday. If there was a day when Holy came over to ask why I forcefully took care of him in the Cullen Family, why did Alice give up on him, and why did we use him as a transaction. I wouldn't even know how to explain it."

"Don't worry. It has already been destroyed. Young Master Holy will never know."

Charles said.

Young master.

Was he really a young master, a young master that was voluntarily abandoned, a young master that was traded?

He wasn't.

What did they trade him for? Why did they give him up? Wasn't he the twin of Kathy? Why were they different? Why were they different?

Why? Why?

William’s gaze wavered again. This time, he had entered the beautiful Flower Sea Channel and William stood at a distance with Kathy.

He stood alone beside the antique car. In the antique car, the girl carrying the doll stood on top of the chair, pointed at him and cursed loudly, "Do you think I really want to play with you? I don't want to, you thief! The thief will be thrown into the sea to feed the shark!"

"You must not have been taught by your mother. You are so bad and you even stole my doll!"

"A mother? Then your mother must be a bad mother, the ugliest and worst mother. She definitely doesn't like you and wants to throw you into the sea and drown you! Dad, do you think so? "

The adult sitting on the driver seat looked at him and spoke along with his daughter, "You really are not taught by your mother. You actually steal things. Your mother will definitely regret giving birth to you like this, won't she?"

Hearing her dad, the girl laughed even more happily. "Hah! That's right! She will definitely regret giving birth to you. Your mother definitely doesn't like you. Bad boy! Bad boy!"

No.

Alice liked him a lot. She had always liked him a lot, and had always been like this. She even saved the candy that he gave her.

No, not like that!

The moonlight shined onto the dark room. Holy suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from his bed.

Under the moonlight, his beautiful face was covered in perspiration. Suddenly waking up from his nightmare, Holy's eyes are no longer calm, but instead sad.

Clear sadness.

After a long while, Holy got off the bed and walked outside with his slippers on.

Halfway through, he suddenly backed off and pushed Kathy, who was about to fall to the ground, back again.

Kathy slept very well, and did not wake up at all.

Holy walked out of the room in the dark. He touched his mouth. It was dry.

He walked along the quiet corridor alone and looked into the distance. It was Alice and William's room.

That day, he wanted to go and tell Alice that he was fine. He was probably just a little hurt, but he believed that he was fine.

He still had to learn, and he also had to take care of his sister. He was the young master of the Cullen Family, and his grandmother often said that he would have to bear the burden of the entire Cullen Family in the future.

But when he reached the door, he heard Alice's voice.

"Do you know, William, what I remember the most about Holy after all these years is not that he was kidnapped by Mo Na, nor is it that he occasionally smiles. It was he who stood away from me, then bowed to me with the proper politeness, but also with estrangement."

"But every time I see him bow to me, I feel as if he is very, very far away from me."

So it was true.

So even Alice thought that they were indeed not close, and it turned out that they were really not close.

At night, Holy was walking on the floor in the empty corridor, his hands slowly sliding over the wall.

A few seconds later, Holy stood there motionlessly, and he slowly lowered his head, his eyes blinking a few times, his eyelashes trembling, tears rolling down his cheeks.