My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 836

- A child's bruise

The little boy that Catherine was talking about was naturally Holy.

Catherine let her son go;a child with such an awkward personality was actually willing to let Holy go.

Alice stood behind her, and spoke in an extremely intense tone, "I really hate this. I really hate this. I miss my mother. I miss my mother. I really hate this."

"What do you hate?"

Alice could not figure out Catherine's personality.

"I hate being scolded by my dad. I also hate him catching that boy. I hate all of them. I hate all of them!" Catherine suddenly became angry, raised her leg and started kicking the bed as if she wanted to break it.

Such a temper is not flattering.

Alice looked at her and thought of William again. At that time, William was also like this;she could control it a lot more now.

Alice didn't know how she should act against this young child. In her impression, this was the first time that Catherine had taken the initiative to say these honest words to her, and not those ear-piercing words.

Catherine trusted her.

If she attacked, that trust would disappear like smoke into thin air, but she really had no other choice. William was not willing to cooperate with her;she had to capture Catherine as her hostage.

It was the only thing that she could think of.

Alice continued to probe towards Catherine's neck. Catherine suddenly turned around and looked at her; her eyes swollen from crying. She retracted her hand and asked, "You just said it again; has father scolded you before?"

She found a place to talk with Catherine, her hands hanging by her side.

Hearing this, Catherine sat down on the ground and blinked her eyes, tears rolling down her face. Alice had never thought that this little girl with a bad character could cry like this.

At this moment, the arrogance on her body had completely disappeared, leaving only pity.

Alice once again extended her hand towards her. Once, just for a moment.

"Auntie, do you know my mother?"

Catherine suddenly raised her head to look at Alice. Her face under the light was red from crying, and she couldn't help but feel pity for him.

Alice shook her head as she wiped her tears away with her hand. Then, she said, "My mother was killed by someone strong."

As he said these words, Catherine's expression was abnormally calm.

Alice opened her eyes wide in shock. "What did you say?"

What was the child talking about? How could she know such a phrase?

"Dad always said that it was because Mom took me out to buy dolls that she met bad people. That's why Mom was scolded by others." Catherine said very calmly, as if she was talking about a theorem that everyone agreed to.

So it was like this.

Alice looked at her in disbelief, "Catherine, do you remember these things?"

She remembered that she had known some information from Lang. His wife had died five years ago, and Catherine was only about two years old at the time.

"I don't remember." Catherine said as she played with the doll, "Daddy said so."

Alice frowned; how could Lang talk about this with his child.

Hadn't he always doted on Catherine madly?

"Auntie, tell me if I'm a bad child or not. Mom got killed by me, and that little brother doesn't like me either. Daddy hasn't scolded me in a long time, but today he scolded me again." Catherine lowered her head and hugged the doll; her voice was as calm as a child's, but her hand was pressing the doll, "But I really don't want to close up that little brother of mine. He doesn't like me, and I don't want to close up him either."

Hearing this, Alice realized that she really couldn't bring herself to do it.

She sat down beside Catherine and said softly, "Catherine, you are a good child with a kind heart."

Kind child had saved her son, but could not bear the memory of the past. How could she betray the purest form of trust?

Catherine sat there and turned her face to look at her face. Her face was completely red, and her eyes were swollen.

"Yeah." Alice reached out and rubbed her head, "You know that boy is innocent, so no matter how much you like to talk back, you can still let him go.

Catherine shook her head, "I only wanted to let him go because I like him."

A rare honesty.

"Is that so?"

Alice replied indifferently.

"He's good - looking. I like him a lot. I don't want him to die." Catherine asked as she looked at her suspiciously, "Die?"

In the face of her questions, Catherine answered instead, "You adults always feel that children know everything. Actually, I know everything, and I know what father wants to do."

"What does your father want to do?"

Alice didn't pay much attention to this question in the first place, but now, she couldn't help but want to know.

"Daddy always said he would see Mommy soon." Catherine said seriously, "But doesn't mother die? Father wants me to die as well, right? He also said that she wanted to have that little brother to accompany me, which means that he also wants little brother to die, which I don't want."

Catherine used a childish voice to say these words, shocking Alice to the point that she couldn't control herself; she sat there in a daze for a long time.

A cold feeling that she did not know spread throughout her entire body.