My Little Devil's

Seeking children?

The clock is showing at 12 p.m. During this time they waited for Maxwell has not shown his nose when the operation will begin at 1 am later. Doctor Karren and the other Surgical Team are ready even just waiting for this license to be signed by the Family.

But. After the long needle was pointed towards the number 5 they suddenly had the arrival of a middle-aged man who seemed to have just returned home to this Country. With almost gray hair and a thin sideburn on his firm jaw he was able to make all the Guards outside the room immediately duck down.

"Big Master!"

Greet them but not answer. At first glance there is a resemblance to Maxwell the frozen and indeed this is his father Mr. Marcello.

Without speaking unnecessarily he immediately approached Doctor Karren with the other Medical Team who were just waiting outside the Violet's ward.

"Big Master!"

"How's the Operation?" asked Mr. Marcello with a thick coat he still wears signifying a long journey here.

Getting such a question Doctor Karren and his colleagues looked at each other was also disinclined by this figure.

"We are waiting for Young Master Maxwell to sign this operating license. The master! But.."

Doctor Karren paused his sentence somewhat doubtfully provoking the anger of this Man before him.

"But, Mr. Maxwell didn't come and even answered our calls, neither did he" he said politely.

The look on Mr. Marcello's face changed. How else could he control Maxwell's ever-present high ego.

"Give me the letter!"

"This. Master!" Doctor Karren replied, giving it to him. Mr. Marcello signed the letter in a straightforward manner and gave it back to Dr. Karren who was relieved.

"You take care of the operation. Tell Violet that Maxwell will be waiting for her to operate!"

"good. Master!"

They immediately run the existing Procedures. Specialist Doctors were presented directly and of course the Marcello Family did not play games in financial affairs. They always get the source of the coffers everywhere.

Seeing that everything is already going. The bodyguard who was accompanying Mr. Marcello gave a thinner warm Coat to make it easier for this man to move.

"When did he leave?" asked Mr. Marcello to one of the black-clad Guards nearby.

"Young Master left 8 hours ago. After that we contacted him back but only Assistant Jirome raised. Master!" answer them down.

Mr. Marcello breathed a rough close to the warm coat he had just worn. Anger and disgust were mixed until he immediately pulled out his Cell Phone to contact the Frozen Stud.

Yet. Again only the voice of the Operator who answered the call sign if the figure really does not care.

"You look for him!! Tell me I'm back!!"

"good. Master!"

They immediately rushed to the elevator in the corner there to make the breath of Mr. Marcello created. He sat himself in the waiting chair with his head very heavy.

"What's on his mind now?!" muttered Mr. Marcello massaging his temple. Owen's loyal bodyguards accompanied him could only silently watch this cold relationship of Father and Son.

"Big Master! I don't think Mr. Maxwell will accept Miss Violet's whereabouts."

"You're right," muttered Mr. Marcello responding to Owen's bodyguard with solemnity. He sighed for a moment to lighten the burden on his chest.

"But. Violet is a gentle woman. I think it just took a while longer to get Maxwell to change for the better. He only cares about his mother's death" added Mr. Marcello who only wants Maxwell out of the dark character. As a result, the two become incompatible and attack each other in their own sense.

After a long time, this hospital room door opened showing the Medical Team and Doctor Karren carrying a Violet Bed who looked to look at me, Mr. Marcello because of the influence of the drug that was given to him.

"D..Dad!"

"Son!" mister Marcello stood closer. Violet's eyes sparkled when she saw her father-in-law coming but there was still an element of emptiness there.

"D..Dad!"

"You just calm down. Maxwell came in but he went to look for your gear" said Mr. Marcello and Violet, smiling.

He grabbed Mr. Marcello's hand for a moment to take a breath to express his desire.

"Say! What do you want?"

"D..Dad! A.i.i.. I want a child's p.punya," said Violet so look sad and concerned. Mr. Marcello fell silent and so did the entire hallway. They don't want to interfere in the affairs of this Father-in-Law and Son-in-law.

"A.I.. Want p.punya child. Dad!"

"You'll have it" said Mr. Marcello, wiping Violet's arm in terror. It made Violet's eyes teary because of course only her In-laws could understand it.

"Finish your operation well and I promise you when you realize the boy is near you. Hm?"

Mr. Marcello nodded. He stared at Dr. Karren's orders to push the Bed back with his Team towards the Operating Room as Mr. Marcello's hand slipped off.

Owen's bodyguards fell silent. He was quite surprised why Mr Marcello said that when it was clear that Violet would not have her own biological child?!

"Master! You're.."

"Nothing is impossible" muttered Mr. Marcello already thinking of this. Whatever he's going to do so Violet can survive with that heartless Maxwell.

After a while here. The Guards he had asked to look for Maxwell had arrived but what made Mr. Marcello and Guards Owen go awry was their battered state.

"T..Master!"

"What's wrong?" asked the Owen Guards approaching checking their bluish faces. No bloody nose and puffy eyes that are shown so cut empathy.

"T..Mr. Maxwell is already here," answered one of them trembling.

Mr. Marcello's face has hardened greatly. He knows who it is and why it could be like this.

"Where is he???"

"Why look for me?" the casual answer from the elevator direction there showed Two Men walking gallantly here but the one who was very domineering was Handsome with the gaze of Brown eyes like an eagle that made their feathers goosebumps.

Mr. Marcello clenched his head to see Maxwell's flat face walking here with his shirt sleeves in a roll upwards showing the bulge of his burly clay muscles and the charisma of his tall body.

"You're not sane. Ha??"

"Hm. Indeed," Maxwell replied casually stopping his steps right in front of Mr. Marcello until the Guards had bowed.

They could not figure out why this Tempramental Man could be so unexpected that it came making a big noise in the Lobby earlier.

"Your wife is struggling in there but you.. You seem to be the devil in his life!!"

"Sutt!" maxwell's hiss didn't like this loud, loud noise. He switched to put both hands into the pocket of pants that make charisma and charm of this man spread without limit.

"He's not my wife."

"Maxwells! I don't understand how you think?!" furious Mr. Marcello riding apoplexy will this inhuman attitude.

Not feeling insulted. Maxwell actually gave Simrik a cunning and heartless as if his soul had no care for the lives of others.

"Tua Bangka's. Don't push me too much because I won't hesitate to KILL HIM."

"LABORWELL!!!" Snapped Mr. Marcello but Maxwell only gave a goosebumping smile. He seemed to have been less sane to be immoral to his own father.

"Deflect your voice. Or your BELOVED SON-IN-LAW will be disturbed. Hm?"

"I won't play games with you anymore. Abandon this attitude of your Tempraments and do not waste this opportunity again. Understood?"

Maxwell was silent. He looked down at Mr. Marcello's face with a joke that lowered the man's self-esteem.

"Find a foster child to treat your wife's trauma. FIND THE KID!!"

Immediately the look of Maxwell's originally curled face relaxed immediately cool the atmosphere. He made all of these Guards retreat until the glint of anger struck him in his eyes.

"Kids?" press Maxwell clenched.

"yeah. Otherwise I will not hesitate to destroy your old residence. IT WON'T BE EASY."

"Youyou.."

Maxwell immediately wanted to raise his fist but at once the shadow of his mother's face was seen behind the body of Mr. Marcello. Maxwell's eyes were shivering violently with his jaws hardened and his teeth tightly clenched.

"Bring her before Violet wakes up. If you don't know for yourself what's in my grasp," sizzled Mr. Marcello and walked away followed by all the Guards here.

Because he couldn't hold back his anger. Maxwell immediately punched the wall in front of him until this concrete Gamba sounded loud and left a crack.

Maxwell's eyes shivered violently and continued to vent the emotions he craved on the surrounding items.

Jirome could only quietly see how the life of her Master that was too common sense of a person was gone.

"Nobody can understand you. Master!"

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