He raised his hand and gently touched his daughterâs head with a smile on his face. âOf course, I wonât chop off his hand. Iâm not a bad person. I just want you to know that even if youâre handcuffed together, itâs actually easy to separate you if we want to.â
Jasper blinked. âDaddy, are you really not going to chop off Williamâs hand?â
âYes.â Jason looked just like a loving father. His eyes were full of affection when he looked at his daughter, who looked very much like Grace. When he looked at his tiny daughter, it made up for his regrets for not knowing Grace when they were younger. âBut Jasper, just tell me if you like William. You donât have to play such tricks.â
âDaddy, will you let William stay if I tell you that?â
âIâll agree if itâs a reasonable request,â Jason said gently. The smile on the corner of his lips softened.
âYouâre my daughter, and Iâll only give you the best. You can keep William around if you really like him.â
Jason said nonchalantly. Jasper instantly smiled and leaned over to kiss Jason hard on his face.
âDaddy, youâre so nice.â
âI hope I can grant all your wishes.â Jason touched his daughterâs little head fondly before saying, âAlright, itâs late. Hurry and go to sleep. Iâll accompany you and tell you a story.â
âOkay,â answered Jasper Reed.
Jason picked up the storybook Jasper was holding earlier and began to tell a story. Soon, Jasper fell asleep.
Jason looked at his daughterâs sleeping face with a gentle gaze. However, when he glanced at William, who was sleeping beside his daughter, his eyes became extremely cold. There was no tenderness left in them.
Standing up, Jason turned to leave the room after turning off the lights.
The bedroom was instantly dark, and only the moonlight from the window offered some light.
William, who had his eyes closed, opened them. His little face was pale, and his body was stiff.
He was awake from just now. He even thought what Jasperâs father said was not meant for Jasper to hear but him.
He remembered seeing the uncle on TV, and his mother had pointed at him while saying, âWilliam, his name is Jason. Heâs the most terrible man in Emerald City. Heâs also the strongest executioner. Heâll not spare anyone he wants to lay a hand on. Heâs just like a demonâ¦â
His motherâs face had contorted when she said this. There was fear, which was a feeling he understood.
He had only seen the devil in TV dramas and movies. The devil would tear people apart with a mouth full of blood!
âJason⦠Is Jasperâs daddy the devil?
âIf Jasper hadnât said she likes me, would he really chop my hand off?â
William had always been a calm child, but⦠he was only five years old, after all. He could not help feeling scared, and his body would not stop trembling.
However, when he looked down at his hands, all that crossed his mind was⦠âIf I lose my hand, does that mean I wonât be able to play the piano anymore?â
He could not say he liked playing the piano. His talent was natural. His teacher said he was a genius, but he lacked emotion and was more like a machine.
He never thought about what it would be like to be unable to play the piano, but he was suddenly a little reluctant.