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.

He crouched down and lowered his head, letting the tears fall silently to the ground.

He was the only one in the corridor, alone in the darkness, and only the heat of his tears was hot.

After some time had passed, a light voice suddenly came from the distance.

Holy immediately hid behind the potted plants and looked forward. Alice walked out of the room and quietly left, walking all the way out.

Holy rubbed his eyes, stood up and quietly followed.

How could she have gotten up so late?

Alice was very cautious. As she walked, she looked back and slowly walked into the hall. When she turned on the lights, the hall was lit up.

Holy wisely chose to use a cabinet as a cover. He squatted behind the cabinet and peeked his head out.

Alice opened the door and brought in a few flower pots from outside. Then, she sat on the sofa and started to cut the flowers, decorating them in the flower baskets.

What was she doing?

Holy looked at her in confusion. There was still a sleepy look on her face as she yawned and took care of the flowers. Then, she stood up and walked out to bring the flowers in.

She did this over and over again.

Holy was sleepy as he squatted there. He slept while leaning on the cabinet, and when he woke up again, the sky was already starting to brighten.

Alice stood up and turned off the light.

The basket on the coffee table was beautifully decorated, and its color was unruffled, with two long cherry branches on either side of the basket.

Alice put on her apron and sleeve, and tied up her black hair, then looked to the side.

Holy immediately retracted his body.

"I'll be back in time to make breakfast."

Alice retracted her gaze, looked at the time on her watch and said to herself. And then she carried the flower basket out.

Going out?

Holy was stunned, he stood up and was about to follow. But his legs were numb, he could only frown and stand in place, both of his hands on his knees, enduring the pain of being numb.

By the time he recovered, Alice was no longer there when he ran out the door.

Where did Mom go?

It was still early in the morning, so it was a little cold outside. Alice rode the bicycle and passed by the road by the lake.

The people of Wave Island seemed to be used to waking up late and going to bed early. At this point, no one seemed to have woken up yet.

Alice rode her bicycle to the front of the Scott family house, which was a rare mansion in Wave Island, but it made people uncomfortable looking at it. The walls were high, as if they surrounded the people inside.

The road outside the gate was a mess, and a few large construction vehicles were parked there quietly.

This should be a masterpiece by William.

This man had never been willing to let go of someone who had offended him.

Alice rode her bike over, and got off the bike. She walked over with the basket in her hand, and carefully crossed the broken mud road and pressed the doorbell a few times.

She carefully thought about it again last night. It seemed that Lang had only heard of William's name and had never seen her before.

The doorbell rang several times.

The door was opened from the inside, and a servant stood there, watching her. Before Alice even had the chance to speak, Catherine had skipped all the way out with her pajamas on. Her small face was filled with happiness as she looked at Alice.

Alice was startled. Why did Catherine seem to be expecting for her to come?

"Hello, I'm here to deliver the flower basket."

Alice handed over the flower basket in her hand.

Catherine quickly suppressed her joy and stood there looking at her hatefully, "You ugly woman. You really came here. You must be here because of money."

The way she spoke made it difficult for people to remain calm.

But Alice still had to face it. She had to make her son happy.

Alice stooped down and smiled as she looked at Catherine. Then she brought the flower basket in front of Catherine, "Do you like it? It's especially decorated for you. I can see that the elements on your clothes are all from the Princess, so the main colour of these flowers is also pink."

Catherine, who was standing in front of her, was dumbstruck after hearing what she said.

"Do you like it?"

Alice asked again.

Catherine came back to reality and immediately turned her head to the side, "I don't like it. I hate pink the most. I don't like pink the most!"

However, her pajamas were all pink.

This child seemed to like to say things that she didn't mean, and she liked to say that she hate something which she actually liked.

Alice did not expose her and gave the flower basket to a servant at the side, "Here you go. Take the trouble in."

"Alright."

The servant nodded and walked inside.