My Little Devil's

Not Mama Leen!!

The sun above is clearly visible. The light is so bright and dazzling but not as hot as it burns in the Tropical Countries out there.

The city of Brusell too makes the eyes amazed because here there is no garbage or dirty environment as if living in the fairy tale world before.

The panorama of greening in each place and many high-rise buildings varies cleanly. The government runs smoothly and the road arrangement is always neat with its super busy society.

That is what is now seen in the beautiful ash bead the beautiful young figure was looking from the direction of the thick translucent glass walls in the outside area. He stood docked to this glass wall without fear of heights or anything like that.

"You like it?" asked Mr. Marcello to walk closer to Evelyne who had just finished bathing Sister after getting a sedative injection from Doctor Karren because he did not want to stop rebelling.

"Since this time you will live in this city. You want?"

"You who?" evelyne asked with adorable intonation and big eyes sharpened unwilling to get close to Mr. Marcello who was instantly speechless.

Evelyne did not want to talk to him and now the question is so cynical out of those fresh pink lips.

"Which uncle was last night? Leen wants him??"

"Which one?" asked Mr. Marcello crouching near Evelyne who was still docked to this glass.

He stared intently at Mr. Marcello as if he didn't like it but just wanted to ask someone.

"Where's Uncle playing butterfly?"

"What are you hugging?" asked Mr. Marcello and immediately got Evelyne's nod. He was still wondering what made this little guy get that close to Maxwell who was so indifferent to him.

"Uncle Handsome!"

"yeah. She's really handsome. But, quite horribly," muttered Mr. Marcello but Evelyne did not understand. He only wants to meet Maxwell who he already considers as his Mama's friend.

"Where's Uncle?"

"He's not your Uncle!" mister Marcello made Evelyne's pretty face glued. His face looked completely sad as if he wanted Maxwell's affection

"D. He's Uncle Leen!"

"No. He's your Daddy. Understood?" asked Mr. Marcello to rub Evelyne's head in silence. He had never heard the call and it was still strange for him.

"Daddy?"

"yeah. You have a Dad. A man who recognizes you and always wants the best for his son" explained Mr. Marcello but he was self-defeating.

If Maxwell heard this, he would shoot him in the head in anger and boil.

"Daddu Uncle?"

"No. Max Daddy. Like that?"

Evelyne flashed a smile. The words of Mr. Marcello just now in a pleasant response by Evelyne Brain who always likes new things. He seemed to smile at the thought of having a "DADDY" even though Evelyne did not know what it meant..

"Daddy's not going, is it?"

"No. Now your Daddy is working. He will come home" replied Mr. Marcello to improve the order of the clothes Evelyne was wearing.

This tiny beauty wears a straight like a fresh pink dress with ribbons on her neck. That short shoulder-length hair looks straight with puffed cheeks in a red hue and looks like a live Barbie.

"When's Daddy coming home?"

"Awhile more. But, for now you have to meet your Mommy. Hm?" asked Mr. Marcello to make Evelyne's face again look confused.

"Mama Leen?"

"yeah. Mama!"

Hearing that Evelyne immediately looked happy again. There was a hue of longing in the sea of ashes in his eyes until he grabbed Mr. Marcello's shoulder to take him to go to where Mama meant this man.

"Mama! Where's Mama Leen?"

"Let's see!" invite Mr. Marcello to hold Evelyne who has run first even though the bruises on her legs and hands are still clearly not fading.

"Yama!!! Mamaa!!"

Mr. Marcello sighed deeply as he stood up. He followed Evelyne where Owen's bodyguards were waiting out there.

"Little lady! Be careful!" the Owen Guards Stalwart when Evelyne was so agile to walk quickly rather on tiptoes like a child of pleasure.

He turned to Mr. Marcello who seemed to let Evelyne freely express his feelings.

"Master!"

"She needs freedom" muttered Mr. Marcello following Evelyna until as the two went hand in hand, Mr. Marcello pulled Evelyne's arm to the door of the room not far from the room.

"Mama?"

"Yes. Your mama's inside!" mister Marcello answered the door of this room until they saw Violet being fed by the Sister last night.

The pale face and slightly narrowed eyes of the woman stared blankly at Evelyne who was tilting her head looking at Violet with a puzzled look.

Violet turned to Mr. Marcello who immediately accompanied Evelyne in until the small leg was forced to come closer to the Violet Nursing Bed which was still lying but the bed was raised to facilitate eating.

"D..Dad!"

"It's your Mommy!" mister Marcello's words made Violet flinch as did Evelyne who observed the sweet pale face of the woman before her.

Violet's eyes glazed over as one hand was infused it covered her mouth in disbelief that this beautiful little child was her daughter.

"D..Dad's.."

"He's your son and Maxwell!" between Mr. Marcello making Violet's tears can not be contained. He looked lovingly at Evelyne who felt alien to him.

"A.my child. M..Maxwell .."

"He brought it for you! Look, beautiful like you. Son!" said Mr. Marcello rubbed Evelyne's head that expression was not as pleasant as before.

He jerked his hand from Mr. Marcello's grasp which surprised Violet.

"He's not Mama!! She's not Mamam Leen!!" argue Evelyne with an angry look at Violet who immediately choked.

"She's your Mommy. Son! She'll be your mama."

"No. Mama Leen wasn't her." Evelyne strongly denied and ran out with her tiny agile footsteps but Owen's bodyguards had already blocked her at the door.

"Where's Daddy? Leen wants Daddy!!"

"Little lady! Go back inside," the Owen's bodyguards pulled Evelyne back into the room.

Of course, the 4-year-old boy rebelled violently making Mr. Marcello and Violet instantly aware of their thoughts.

"Owen! Release him!!"

Owen's bodyguard released him. Evelyne stared intently at them all as if these were her enemies.

"You lied to Leen!! You liar!! She's not Mama Leen!!" evelyne shouted making Violet's heart slit.

This vehement rejection seems to state that she does not deserve to be a mother. It was so bad and so terrible.

"Dad! He's correct. I'm not her mother."

"He'll be your son. It's just a matter of time and habits. Violet!" mister Marcello replied firmly making Violet silently look at Evelyne's beautiful hard face which was still chortling looking at her in full judgment.

"Look! He was a kid and just met you. He does not know and feel foreign. Moreover, he really liked Maxwell."

"He and Maxwell?" violet asked in surprise. Because how can there be a child who likes children's heart-eating demons like Maxwell?! During this time the man was always allergic to the name of the baby or the like.

"yeah. He was so accepting of Maxwell! Only you have to adapt to it. Violet!"

"Dad! Did Maxwell really bring it for me?" violet asked with sparkling eyes. Mr. Marcello nodded solemnly making his heart instantaneously blossom very happily.

That's a sign Maxwell still cares about him. The man still watched his life.

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