My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 840

- Final hysteria

"I didn't lie to you on purpose. You know that you misunderstood me in the beginning." Alice said, "At that time, I only wanted to resolve the conflict between children."

As she spoke, she pushed on Holy's legs with her hands behind her back, realizing that he should hurry up and run.

Holy stood behind her without moving an inch.

Alice frowned; why did he not leave? did he not understand what she meant? She sat back in her seat and continued to push Holy. Holy was pushed a step back and stood still.

Alice was flustered and confused, while Lang squatted in front of her and mocked, "Your acting is really good."

After the reputation of the Flower Sea channel spread, many tourists started coming in. In order for the flower to grow better, the local residents would invite some flower picking girls.

He really did not think that the flower picking woman, Alice, was actually William's

wife.

"So, you came to my house tonight on purpose?" Lang asked, "The thing that I talked about was that I had to let William go. It's such a pity.William is already half crippled by me; he won't be able to escape."

What proud son of heaven, what young legend, they were all nothing more than this.

Holy was blocked behind Alice, and following this voice, his little hand trembled.

Half—crippled.

William was crippled? Because he escaped?

Alice forced herself to calm down, "Mr. Lang, you let William go; you let us go; I promise you; Cullen family will definitely not make things difficult for you."

"I don't need anyone's forgiveness." Lang said as he spread out his hands. "I'm not wrong. Who would be the one to make things difficult for me?"

Alice sat there, frowning, her hand behind her back continuously pushing at Holy.

"Alright, it's not too late for me to realize that. You don't need to push your son, since he doesn't want to leave."

Lang sneered.

Hearing that, Alice could not help but turn her head to look at Holy. Holy stood there expressionlessly;with his eyes fixated on her, no one knew what he was thinking.

What happened to him?

Was he frightened? He had experienced too much today.

"Are you all right, Holy? Is he injured? " asked worriedly. Lang stood up from the ground, and lightly clapped his hands, "Leave these words for later when you return to the Cullen family.

Alice immediately stood up, hugged Holy and retreated to the side, looking at Lang with alert.

"Originally, I thought so. My daughter likes your son, so she has to take him away. Even if your husband offends my daughter, he has to take her away as well. As for you and your daughter, I've always wanted to let you two go, not let you two die. " Lang walked towards them as he spoke.

Alice pulled Holy's arm as she retreated, "Mr. Lang, what exactly do you want to do? Do you want to take Catherine with you to hell?"

Hearing this, Holy was startled, his body becoming rigid.

Are there any fathers who want to take their daughters to their deaths?

"Don't speak nonsense!" Lang glared at her forcefully. "I'm bringing Catherine to see her mother. She misses her mother a lot!"

"All she wanted is to feel like her mother."

If one did not look at the photo, Catherine would not even be able to remember her mother's face. How would a child be able to think of their mother dying?

Alice said as she walked to the side, her gaze roaming about, looking for some kind of defense tool.

Holy was carried away as he retreated.

The night fell on everyone.

"I know that's why I said you appeared a few years too late. If it was a few years ago, perhaps I could really use you as a substitute for my wife and let you accompany Catherine and me properly."

Lang said, but it was too late now. The channel s' flowers were all blooming, so everything had to be done.

Furthermore, she was William's wife.

Hearing his words, Alice couldn't help but ask, "You make it sound as if you love your daughter a lot; is that really true? Then who was the one who had beaten Catherine? You are simply a beast!"

To be able to use force against one's own daughter.

"How do you know?" His eyes stared straight at her, and his lips moved a few times, "Catherine is in the wrong; of course she should be scolded and beaten. Back then, her mother was raped, so it's fine if she doesn't ask for help, but she still doesn't remember the murderer's appearance!"

He had treated Catherine well enough. Other than him beating up Catherine on the matter of his wife, when had he ever scolded her before?

Alice looked at him in disbelief, "Was it because of this that you beat Catherine to such a state? When the tragedy happened, Catherine was not even two years old yet; what do you want a child like that to do? "

He must be crazy to actually beat Catherine up for such a reason.