My Little Devil's

Don't leave!

Mr. Marcello was surprised when Maxwell broke through the crowd by holding a small child who had been wrapped in Jasas. Maxwell's face had cooled violently bringing Evelyne upstairs right into Doctor Karren's room who had just come out of Violet's Nursing Room.

"T..The master! You're.."

"Handle him!" pinta Maxwell approached Dr. Karren who had not asked but was urged to work.

As a result Doctor Karren escorted Maxwell to the other room with the Guards who looked at each other in wonder. Mr. Marcello followed Maxwell's wide steps into a room not far from Violet's nursery.

Inside here there is an empty Nursing Bed because not just anyone can enter here.

"Hurry up and handle him!! What are you waiting for??" furious Maxwell saw Doctor Karren still standing on the edge of the bed pensively empty to see the little Toddler he was carrying.

Suddenly Doctor Karten choked immediately saw the state of Evelyne that Maxwell had laid on this nursing bed.

"What happened to her? Master!"

"HANDLE DIAA!!" Urged Maxwell to make Doctor Karren can not breathe freely.

He began to want to open this suit but Maxwell's hand was holding it. The sharp eagle's gaze intimidated Doctor Karren who gulped a rough saliva immediately called out to the Sister who was already standing rigidly in front of the Door there.

"Help me check this kid's body!"

"B..Good. Doctor!" the Sister murmured closer but she lowered her head as Maxwell's eyes were like pointy daggers piercing her heart.

How not? Evelyne's pale face was already looking so pitiful. This delicate skin was cold and there were bruises on his arms and legs, making Maxwell unable to stand still.

"There are no wounds on his body! You check the internal injuries if there are any!" maxwell's word when the Sister cleans the sticky blood on this tiny body.

Dr. Karren installed the infusion hose available here and immediately opened Evelyne's small clear ash eyes with an intense gaze examining every inch of this tiny body without any being missed.

"This is not his blood. Bruising in the arms and legs may be hit by a blunt object. She's doing just fine. Master!"

"Breath check!" maxwell was not satisfied. Dr. Karren went back to check it until it looked normal.

"Body is cold because of the effects of shock or shock. And again he doesn't wear anything and outside circumstances make his body temperature rise. Master!"

Maxwell breathed a sigh of relief. He stared flat at Evelyne's pale face which looked gradually red and looked better.

"Master! Better clean yourself first. I'll take care of little Miss,"

"Hm," Maxwell murmured that he had been exposed to blood on Evelyne's body. He walked towards the exit until Doctor Karren could be relieved to do his job.

When Maxwell was already in front there he was stopped by Mr. Marcello who made Maxwell cool down.

"Is that the kid you brought?"

Maxwell silent. His sharp gaze did not change at all even further freezing this place. Why did Mr. Marcello's face make him so disgusted and disgusted.

"Maxwell!! Answer me!!"

" You satisfied?" maxwell asked and passed by Mr. Marcello who immediately closed his eyes with a sigh of calm light.

"I know you're starting to love. Violet!"

Maxwell's paltry smirk was created to hear it. It does not turn around but the sturdy body always concentrates power and a high ego.

"Violet is a good woman. He can make you happy if you can take it. Maxwell!"

"Sad. Unfortunately I don't care." replied Maxwell continued his steps where Jirome had come to bring a new Shirt.

Visual tall dashing muscular but unlike Bodybuilders. Maxwell could adjust the portion of charisma he made but was too blinding to the eyes of women.

Not 10 steps Maxwell penetrated the room just now suddenly heard a cry from inside. Maxwell came to a rare halt with this new black shirt still unfinished buttons showing his Sixpack belly.

"Master! It seemed like he was awake," muttered Jirome clearly hearing the shrill.

Maxwell was silent trying not to interfere anymore. His attitude back in the ejected made Jirome astonished.

"Master!"

"It's none of my business!" maxwell continued his steps. But, just 3 taped forward suddenly the cry sounded louder even harder to seep out.

"Miss small!!!"

Doctor Karren chases Evelyne who was sober but soon rebelled down with an oversized Maxwell Jacket on her small body until it swept the floor.

Mr. Marcello was pensively watching the boy run straight into Maxwell's silent legs with an unchanging face.

"Leen, don't stay! Don't stay. Hicks!" his stool with the body felt trembling. Maxwell could feel that and it was very different to what Evelyne showed at the first moment.

"Jangaan. Mamaa!!"

"Candle!" muttered Jirome crouched down staring firmly at the still pale face of Evelyne who looked very frightened. What makes this little guy so sad like this.

"U..Uncle! T.tadi... It's dark. Leen's scared."

"It's not dark. Go back to the room. Leen!" pinta Jirome is stiff for not knowing how to persuade.

Evelyne continued to weep tightly hugging Maxwell's sturdy legs which she considered a shelter. What he should be afraid of is this guy.

Seeing Maxwell not flinching. Mr. Marcello approached Evelyne who immediately turned to the front Maxwell hugged one leg of this level with a whim.

"Son! You're still not well. Come on inside!"

"Candle!" evelyne muttered still clenched her arms around Maxwell's feet, feeling that the kindly behavior Mr. Marcello was showing was disgusting to her.

"Maxwells! You don't do this to a child.."

Maxwell immediately stepped without regard for Evelyne who fell hard onto this cold floor because of the rough thrust of his legs.

"Take Leen!! Ikut leen!!!" evelyne's screams seemed terrified to chase Maxwell but Jirome had already told the Guardians there to keep Evelyne here.

The little boy kept shouting to see Maxwell who had disappeared from the threshold of his gray eyes. The tears of the little one were getting more and more like missing someone from the figure of Maxwell who was so cruel to treat a child like this.

"Mammaa!!! Mamaa!!!" evelyne shouted in rebellion from the guards who were holding her tiny body to return to the treatment room.

Nowow. Only Jirome remained. Owen's bodyguards and Mr. Marcello can no longer speak.

"The boy is innocent. Should've been more Maxwell.."

"Master like that because of YOU," interrupted Jirome firmly and then stepped away after reminding Mr. Marcello of his past so despicable and mental damage Maxwell.

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