Revenge Young Master

Keep believing in Daddy

"Lifting mother?" ask Evelyn. "Do you think Chlarent's mother is Mr Aaron's mother?"

"Yes Miss. Although they are not blood, but Mr. Aaron loves Mrs Chlarent very much, and vice versa. Because if Mrs Chlarent hadn't saved Mr. Aaron back then, it's certain Mr. Aaron would have been killed." Obviously Kane.

Evelyn lowered her head when something suddenly hit her mind. Kane was astonished to see Evelyn suddenly speechless. "Miss?" call Kane.

"Do you believe that my Daddy killed Mr. Aaron's parents, Kane?" evelyn asked, looking at Kane softly. So far Kane can understand what this young girl is thinking.

Evelyn smiled wryly at Kane's silence, "I know, you must not believe it either."

"If as many people accuse Daddy, but I'll still believe him." Evelyn took her breath in trying to hold back her sobbing.

"Maybe you think I'm defending him because he's my parents. You're Kane's fault, if you'd known my Daddy you wouldn't have believed that my Daddy was doing such a thing."

"I'm sure Daddy's been framed" the girl said with confidence.

"My Daddy is a wise man and always holds to the principle of honesty, if Daddy says no, that means Daddy never did. And I will believe him, for every word of him is honesty to me. That's how much I trust my Daddy." The girl's smile rose as tears flowed down her pale face.

His gaze was straight forward like a laugh when his family was still intact, happy not lacking anything.

Kane cupped Evelyn's hands together, "I believe Miss." said the middle-aged woman with a smile rising on her face.

"You believe?" ask Evelyn.

"Thank you Kane." her thin body inching tightly around Kane. "Thank you for believing in me Kane."

After the hug came off, Kane said back to the main house. And now Evelyn was alone in that room. If it had been alone like this, Evelyn would have spent her night shedding her tears. That grief will echo every night in this room.

In the middle of his sobbing, the wind was blowing hard out there. So tight the wind gusts in through the glass window that half has broken irregularly.

Evelyn limped to hold her still sore leg towards the glass window.

Initially Evelyn only wanted to repair the curtains that floated due to the tightness of the wind. But his gaze was fixed on that irregular piece of glass.

Whether it gets a whisper from where, the fingers move to touch the pointed object, tracing its surface as if to feel the sharpness of the object. As if circumstances indeed supported her, Evelyn easily pulled the broken glass from the crush of the supporting wood easily.

He held it tightly, then opened it again. The girl's mind was not clear anymore, and Evelyn said the glass shards in her hand.

Fresh blood poured out of his hands accompanied by an unspeakable pain. It was as if Evelyn had not scratched the glass back all over her hands.

The girl seemed to lose her sanity. This pain on his hand meant nothing compared to the pain in his heart.

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