When he was ten years old, after killing his beloved little cat, he beca unstoppable!
By thirteen, the number of skinned and tortured animals was already countless!
At fourteen, his condition had dramatically worsened, and he strangled his most adored little sister!
At sixteen, he had already attempted to kill Isabella Weaver four tis!
All the lives he loved, he couldn't help but suffocate them!
For five years, just hearing his na still instilled fear in Isabella Weaver.
She was gently held in his arms, yet there was no warmth inside her heart, because at any mont, he might pull out a knife and peel her apart inch by inch.
That's how he had once skinned the little cat he loved so much.
"Little Isabella, you're trembling, are you cold?"
Alexander Parker took off his coat, wrapped it around Isabella Weaver, gently stroked her face, admiring and cherishing her: "I haven't seen you in five years, you've beco even more beautiful, and grown up!"
The faint scent of dicine lingered on his clothes; Isabella Weaver knew this was the sll left from the treatnts using dicines the Parker Family sourced from around the world.
His condition had beco so severe that the Parker Family dared not let him out — whatever he liked, he would want to destroy, and the Parker Family had no idea how many sses they cleaned up for him, how many insane deeds were kept secret!
To this day, the only one who survived under his hand was Isabella Weaver.
He probably loved Isabella Weaver deeply; every ti he intended to kill her, he sohow managed to retain a sliver of clarity, allowing her to live.
This is also the fundantal reason why the Parker Family is willing to let him marry Isabella Weaver.
Maybe Isabella Weaver is a special case that can cure his illness, and even if he ends up killing her — anyway, she's just an illegitimate daughter, part of the Weaver Family, it's no big deal.
"Little Isabella, you're still trembling, let's go inside, it's hurting my heart to see you frozen."
Alexander Parker scooped Isabella Weaver up and strode into the villa.
Isabella Weaver did not resist, because resistance would be useless and would only result in her getting hurt.
Ella Weaver instinctively stepped back when she saw Isabella being carried in by Alexander Parker, she too feared this psychopath Alexander.
Alexander Parker, highly sensitive, glanced at Ella Weaver and said, "Cousin, don't be afraid of , I don't like you."
Ella Weaver breathed a sigh of relief, that's good, otherwise she'd beco a cold corpse in minutes.
Yet, watching Alexander Parker pamper Isabella Weaver, looking at his extraordinary handso face, she was infuriated.
Why do they all like Isabella?
She is clearly Alexander Parker's real cousin, but he can't even be bothered to speak to her, let alone pamper her!
Isabella is rely born of a shaless lowly woman, an illegitimate daughter, what's so good about her!
Always cold as ice with no smile, as if everyone owes her millions!
Isabella Weaver had no idea what Ella Weaver was thinking, nor did she understand why Alexander Parker liked her, she wished he detested her!
She was carried into the bedroom by Alexander Parker, gently placed on the bed, as if she were a fragile porcelain doll that needed the softest touch to be cared for.
Alexander Parker removed her shoes, covered her with a blanket, and sat by the bedside, imnsely satisfied: "Cousin, you're really beautiful, I like you a lot."
Isabella Weaver shuddered inside, her face devoid of any color.
A smile appeared on Alexander Parker's handso face: "Cousin isn't trembling because she's cold, it's because she's afraid of , right?"
Isabella Weaver looked into his eyes and asked, "Shouldn't I be afraid of you?"
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