My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 825

- I want to go home

Would Holy really forgive her?

Could it really be true?

"Still sitting on the ground?" Alice turned her head, and before she could even see clearly, she was carried away.

Alice stared at her with cold eyes as she asked in William's embrace, "You’ re pregnant, aren't you?"

Madman.

"Sorry."

Only then did Alice realize that she was still pregnant. The only thing left in her mind was Holy's words: I'd rather you' re not give birth of me.

That was hurt enough to forget everything.

"You got addicted to apologizing?" William pushed her onto the bed, and glared at her. "You normally aren't so humble to me!"

He knew he couldn't be jealous of his kids, but he did.

Alice sat on the bed. The quilt was extremely soft and comfortable to her as she placed with her hair behind her back. William's gaze never left her.

"William, what should I do to obtain his forgiveness?" Alice looked at him helplessly.

Towards Holy, she had never been able to do anything, so she didn't know what to do.

"Ignore him."

William sat down beside her.

Alice was silent. Having a cold war with her own son? If that was the case, then the relationship would only get worse, and Holy would also get further away from her.

As if he knew what she was thinking, William said coldly, "In the past, you have ignored me so many times, but now, am I not still by your side?"

Can they even be compared?

Alice lowered her head and looked at her hands. After grinding her lips for a long time, she said, "Go help me take a look at Holy. I'm a little worried about him bathing, then I'll go make something he likes."

At this point, there was nothing she could do to make up for it except to double her love and care.

"Why don't you always do this to me!" William snorted in dissatisfaction. He walked towards the bathroom and knocked on the door forcefully: "Open up!"

Alice got off the bed and left, leaving Holy to William. Kathy followed closely behind, trying her best to make Alice happy.

After showering, Holy was thrown onto the bed by William. He was curled up in bed alone with his eyes red and his face expressionless.

William opened the door to the wardrobe and took out clothes from within, throwing them on the bed as if he was throwing trash. Holy sat there almost buried under the clothes.

"Get up! Get dressed!"

William said snappily.

Holy stood up from the bed and stubbornly put on the clothes by himself. William laughed coldly in disdain, "Reverse!"

A hint of awkwardness appeared on Holy's face, so he took off his sweater and wore it again.

"It's still the wrong side!"

William continued to mock him.

Holy had no choice but to put it on again. After William had mocked him several times, he no longer knew how to know the side of the sweater. He stood on the bed naked, silently looking at the sweater in his hands.

William sneered at him.

Holy held the woolen sweater tightly in his hands. After a long time, William finally took the woolen sweater out of his hands and covered him up. He had been a dad for a long time and had mastered the art of dressing children.

Holy's head was covered by the woolen sweater, and William’ s low voice sounded above his head, "I was brought up by a servant."

Holy glanced at him, not understanding why he would suddenly say this.

"I have a separate room, a separate study. I have a bunch of servants, a bunch of teachers, and a bunch of rules." William said coldly, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him, "My servants know the size of my clothes, know my preferences, but there are some people who should have known as well."

Holy looked at him. It was because of him that Alice had abandoned him.

"In the Cullen Family, parents are elders, so they're the heavens, and the rule that we cannot be violated."

William helped him put on his pants, but his voice was still cold.

Holy pursed his lips, silently staring at William's face that was right in front of him. William helped him put on his clothes, then casually threw him on the bed.

Holy sat on the bed.

William lowered his eyes and looked at him, then picked up a piece of clothing Alice had personally picked up, as he said coldly, "When I was young, there wasn't a single one that could buy clothes for me. Think about it! I'll get the hair dryer!"

With that, William turned and left.

Holy sat on the bed in silence and looked down at the clothes at his feet, his rows of teeth tightly biting onto each other.

He was just a little important, just a little.

Alice cooked in the kitchen. After frying three dishes, she knew that her condition was really bad.

She barely managed to cook a few dishes that Holy liked. Kathy knelt on the dining chair and gave her a thumbs up, "Mom, you're awesome! I'm so happy to see such a beautiful you and such a beautiful dish!"

Even though Alice knew that his daughter was trying to make her happy, she still couldn't smile.

The sound of footsteps could be heard.

William walked over, and after a while, Holy also walked over. His short hair was not tidied up well. It was a bit messy, and even a bit wet.

Seeing her son, Alice immediately forced out a smile to curry favor with him, "You've taken a bath? Hurry up. I made you something you love."