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 choi 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."

Holy walked to the dining table and sat down without saying a word.

William glared at his son fiercely. This was the first time he realized that his son was such a stubborn person.

Could it be that even his paranoid attitude had been inherited?

"Sit down and eat. Don't worry about him."

William said coldly. He pulled out a chair and forcefully pushed Alice down, arranging her beside Holy for the first time.

Alice gratefully looked at William, then gave Holy some food, "Try this tomato. I know you like it."

"Yeah, yeah, don't you like eating the most? Mom washed up really seriously." Kathy also spoke up for her.

This scene was as if the entire family went up to coax Holy.

Holy sat there and looked at the fruit on the plate. He did not move, but Alice gave him other dishes and soup, "This soup is very good. I know you like clear soup, so there's not too much..."

"I want to go home."

Holy's tender voice interrupted Alice's words, causing her to stop in her tracks as well.

William and Kathy looked at him at the same time with different expressions.

Holy thought that this was probably the first time he had become the focus of the whole family.

"Holy, why you wanna go home?" Kathy asked in puzzlement, "I still want to continue playing with Dad and Mom."

"If you want to stay, then stay. I'm going back." Holy said indifferently, "I just called Grandma, and she will send someone to pick me up."

Alice stiffly put down the bowl.

Hearing Holy's words, Kathy was greatly shocked. She looked at his brother in a daze, "You don't want to play with me anymore?"

In Kathy's memory, no matter what she did, she would always be with Holy and would never separate from him.

"If you like them, you can stay with them."

Holy said. No matter how calm his tone was, it still revealed a trace of anger.

"I want to be with Mom, Dad, and Holy."

Kathy said.

"I don't."

Holy immediately said.

Alice's face was snow - white. Her lips moved slightly, but she was unable to say anything.

When Kathy heard this, her large eyes were filled with tears. Tears were rolling in her eyes, but she tried her best not to let them fall.

William slammed the chopsticks onto the table and looked at Holy coldly, "Have you had enough?"

"I won't disturb your meal."

Holy jumped down from his chair, stood to the side and bowed to them politely, then left expressionlessly.

They were the family, but he, Holy was not one of them. He was going back, and he continued to be the young master of the Cullen Family. And that's what he could only do.

Once Holy left, Kathy cried out loudly. She looked at Alice in a daze and said, "Mom, did I do something wrong to make brother unhappy?"

Why did Holy ignore her?

As Alice sat there, she looked at the steaming dishes on the table, and her eyes glazed over.

A large, warm hand covered her own, making her fingers seem even colder.

Alice lifted her pale face to look at William, and met his deep gaze. The corner of her mouth hooked up into a bitter smile, "I can't make up for anything, can I?"

Holy would never forgive her again.

She really failed.

"There's something wrong with his head."

William berated his own son for not showing any mercy.

Next morning, Charles brought people over to welcome Holy back.

Charles walked into the small villa and saw William and Alice sitting on the sofa.

Kathy stood alone at a distance.

He walked forward and lowered his head towards William, "Second Young Master, Young Madam. We are here to pick up Young Master Holy. We've prepared a yacht, so we will ensure his safety."

After saying this, no one paid any attention to him.

Charles stood there and felt a little awkward. As a butler, he did not dare to ask questions that he should not have, but at this moment, a small figure walked out with a small suitcase in hand.

"Butler Charles."

Holy stood by the side of the luggage and lowered his head politely and indifferently.

"Hello, Young Master Holy."

Charles also lowered his head.

The two of them were the model standard for Cullen Family's etiquette.

Charles walked forward, took the luggage from Holy, and asked, "Young Master Holy, are we leaving now?"

"Yes."

Holy nodded and walked forward by himself. Alice sat beside William, and when she wanted to stand up, William tyrannically stopped her. He looked at her coldly and said with a low and cold voice, "Enough, do you want to coax him into the sky?" She had already said and done what she should do. Don't be too humble to a kid!