My Little Devil's

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The state of this large Hospital is still in fine mode. They were unaware of the huge commotion that had occurred on the floor where the Violet Hospital Room was in the heat.

Here no one dared to move including Mr. Marcello's subordinates when Maxwell had come directly to break down the Door of the Violet Room but fortunately Mr. Marcello immediately took action by blocking this crazy man carrying Firearms into there.

"You're nuts. Ha??" mister Marcello growled when Maxwell looked completely beyond his human limits.

Moreover, Violet who was already frightened on top of her Nursing Bed could only hug Servant Reamy who was also trembling at the arrival of their young Master.

"Why did you come if you wanted to kill him??"

"You want all this, don't you?" hiss Maxwell was already very fiery grasping his beloved Pistol which is sure to penetrate Violet's head if a split second Mr. Marcello did not move.

Doctor Karren and Owen's bodyguard behind Mr. Marcello were silent even though their hearts were racing fast inside.

"I want you to be nice to her like a husband to his wife. Can't you really. Ha??"

"I CAN'T!!!"

Maxwell answered raising his voice and it silenced the teary Violet.

Maxwell's emotions overflowed and seemed very unconcerned about his current state.

"How many times have I told you that I don't want to do that at all and you've always forced me. You're the one who married her!!"

"MAXWELL!!"

Mister Marcello loudly cried almost to raise his hand to the hard face of Maxwell who stared firmly at his father's shivering eyes.

Revenge, hatred is tempestuous even Maxwell could have killed everyone here just to release his anger.

"Why? I'm-i'm right. Marry him and make him your third wife, don't you like the change. Ha?"

Whisper Maxwell with shivering eyes and both hands clenched. The shadow where that day Mommy was hurt because she knew this man's betrayal could not live even for him made Maxwell suffer so much.

"From you continuing to force me it's better that you do it. Don't put an angel's face in front of everyone. You're too disgusting, MR. MARCELLO!"

Maxwell's emphasis just made them go silent. There is a regret in Mr. Marcello's mind when he understands how much Maxwell hates him but is forced to be kind because it is only a last request of his mother.

"Don't show her your hatred. You can kill me now."

Mr. Marcello's reply just made the corner of Maxwell's lips lift up as if very incredulous this old man said that.

"Do it! Let go of all your hate and.."

Bugh..

"Daddy!!!" violet screeched as Maxwell thrust his hot fist into the face of Mr. Marcello who immediately fell onto this cold floor.

Blood on the man's nose and lips came out a sign Maxwell's punches were crushing his jaws.

"killed you. Hm?"

"Master! Don't make a fuss here," the guard Owen wanted to block Maxwell who aggressively punched his jaw into the wall.

Doctor Karren retreated when Maxwell pulled Mr. Marcello's shirt collar and pressed the poor man against the wall right next to Owen's Guards who felt his jaw shift.

"M..Maxwell!"

"You know how much I want TO KILL YOU. HM?" maxwell's wrath strangled Mr. Marcello's neck with a collar he pulled strong.

Violet was already crying hysterically at the sight of all this let alone Maxwell who no longer held back the urge to kill her.

"Every time you meet there's blood you have to pay!!"

"Buck!!" violet shouted as Maxwell brutally beat Mr. Marcello.

He kicked the old body but clearly his eyes were instantly red at every blow he gave. There was a strong inner pressure when the hand ran through his father's skin and there was a great cry when the blood came out because of the kick from him.

"YOU'RE GOING TO HELL!!"

Owen's bodyguards wanted to help but Mr. Marcello raised his bruised hand to avoid interfering.

"L..Do it!"

He watered with watery eyes. So did Maxwell who endured this inner turmoil that tormented him so much with a finger that wanted to pull the trigger in his hand.

"Promise me!"

The voice wandered back into his ears. The shadow of the woman's pale face with expectant and affectionate eyes tried to say something.

"Please promise not to hate her."

Maxwell's hands trembled with his body feeling so stiff. He looked at the vengeful Mr. Marcello who was looking at him softly full of regret.

"Let go of your hatred. I'll take it!"

Hearing that Maxwell immediately lowered his weapon. He remained silent for a while looking at his blood-soaked hands.

I'm ready to endure the hatred of this whole world but not the Disappointment of my mother.

Sentences that always make his ego restrained and can not do this.

"Maxwell do!!! I must die in your hands. Hasn't he?? Do it!!"

Maxwell silently made Mr. Marcello's tears fall. How great is his sin to the extent that his own Son wants to finish his life.

"M..Maxwell's! L..Do it," she asked in a quivering voice, wanting to approach Maxwell who took one step back.

"I'm guilty of you and your mother! M..Forgive me," he added with a trembling voice holding deep regret.

"I swear I just want you to be happy. Violet's a good woman, she can make you feel affection because she has a good motherly nature."

"D..Daddy," muttered Violet deeply moved to hear Mr. Marcello's ever-present heartfelt words sustaining her.

"I beg. Take him, son!"

Maxwell's not flinching. He did not agree or refuse but obviously from here there is only a full view of the chrysanthemum.

"It's up to you not to accept me but please let Violet try. Let her.."

"You're nobody to me."

Deggs...

At once Mr. Marcello was surprised like a lightning bolt heard Maxwell's cold speech just now. In his face the frozen face of the Son seemed convincing if it was not true.

"M..Maxwell you.."

"You and I don't have any relationship" Maxwell said, staring at Violet flatly.

"At any time there's no woman but my mother."

"M..Maxwell's! You're.."

"I'm divorcing you!" maxwell then stepped away leaving Violet in misery and Mr. Marcello in silence.

"T.no. Hicks! L'm.. Maxwell!!"

"Miss!" servant Reamy muttered as Violet was hysterical about Maxwell's speech just now. He shook his head to a loud rejection and the hysterical cry of not parting at all.

"D..Dad! Daddy I.I beg you. Don't let Maxwell do that I beg you. Dad hicks!"

Mr. Marcello was silent. He himself could no longer speak because Maxwell's words just now pierced his heart more than a dagger.

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