Isabella Weaver froze for a mont, a bad feeling growing stronger!
She forced herself to stay calm, calling out to him as calmly as possible: "Cousin, where’s my mom?"
Alexander Parker dodged the question: "Cousin, have you forgotten about lately? How have you been?"
"I’m okay, where’s my mom? Is she here?"
"I’m not doing well at all, I’ve missed you to the point of madness."
He wore an army green trench coat, slowly walking up to Isabella, sinister and sorrowful: "I can’t live without you. Will you co back to ?"
"Tell first, how is my mom."
Just a second ago, Alexander was as gentle as water, and suddenly he roared in anger: "She won’t die! Ask, ask, ask, is it never-ending?! Ask again and I’ll have soone kill her!"
His vicious voice echoed in the spacious living room like a ghostly howl, scaring Isabella two steps back.
Johan Niles was also startled, instinctively wanting to step forward and give the irritable Alexander a shot.
He pretended to pat Alexander’s shoulder, but as soon as his hand reached out, Alexander grabbed his wrist tightly.
His cold and fierce gaze fell on Johan: "Tired of living?"
With a squeeze of his fingers, the needle in Johan’s hand dropped to the floor with a soft clang.
Johan quickly struck at him with his other hand, but Alexander reacted even faster, forming his palm into a blade, chopping several tis, then with a loud crash, threw Johan over his shoulder onto the floor.
Johan’s waist nearly snapped!
He spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow," his wrist hanging limp, knowing his hand was broken.
He cursed furiously: "You bastard, last ti I stitched your wounds and set your bones, and this is how hard you hit?! Are you an animal! If my hand can’t perform surgeries anymore, you’re not done with for life!"
Alexander heartlessly stomped on his hand, causing Johan to scream in agony.
Isabella knelt on the ground hugging his leg, crying out: "Cousin, don’t step on him! It has nothing to do with him!"
Alexander paused his foot: "Cousin, you care about him?"
Isabella quickly replied: "I don’t care!"
Alexander withdrew his foot, bending down to pick her up, gently as if afraid of scaring her: "Cousin’s lying to again, don’t lie in front of , you know it’s useless."
Isabella’s inner fear was beyond words, her voice trembling: "Don’t hurt him, let him go."
Johan shouted: "I won’t leave!"
Alexander held Isabella around the waist, sitting on the sofa, his laughter like a phantom: "Cousin wants him to leave, then go and inform Harry Hunter, right?"
Before Isabella could answer, he continued: "It’s useless, do you think I’d set this up to bring you back without taking Harry Hunter into account?"
Isabella was shocked: "You had soone take my mom away?!"
Alexander raised his wrist, looking at his watch: "The timing should be about right, Harry Hunter might even get to your mom first."
Isabella’s blood was freezing, her voice changing tone: "Impossible!"
Alexander held her tighter, his other hand gently caressing her flawless porcelain cheeks: "I originally didn’t want to do anything to make you sad, but that fool Ella Weaver said sothing that made sense."
Isabella’s voice trembled: "What?"
"She said, if I can’t make you love , then making you hate is just as unforgettable, isn’t it?"
"No!"
"Yes, so I’m going to kill everyone you care about!"
Isabella was sobbing uncontrollably: "Don’t!"
"Now, let’s start with this doctor!"
Reviews
All reviews (0)