My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 389

I —n the end, she actually dared to hide the news that Patrick was still alive from him, and that they were secretly together behind his back!

"I'll get even with you in a while, go to the side!"

William stared at her.

"That Mr. Cullen, my daughter is not allowed to speak. I wonder if I can speak?"

A gentle voice was heard.

William turned his head with a stern gaze. The place had been cleared out, only a few people inside were left.

Beverly carried her skirt and slowly walked over to Patrick's side to support him. She glanced at the bloodstains on Patrick's face that had not been dried and frowned, then looked at William with dissatisfaction, "Everyone says that the Mr. Cullen has always been arrogant and takes strong things for himself. I finally experienced it today."

William stood there, his face a little ugly, but he did not attack Beverly.

It was not that he did not know that this woman was Alice's mother, but he had spent a long period of time adapting to York, and he did not have any good impressions of her, especially considering the people of Brown family.

But she was Alice's mother, so he couldn't do anything.

"I'm fine, Auntie."

Patrick smiled lightly.

"I can tell if you're alright." Beverly stood in front of William, her gaze landing on William's hands that were covered in blood, "Mr. Cullen, you just said that your turn would not reach Thousand Creations, is it okay for me to do the calculation?"

Beverly was a gentle lady who lived like a prince. Alice had never seen her use such a tone to talk to anyone.

Alice could not help but see William. William's face was dark, her gaze was somewhat complicated, as if there was hatred, but he endured it with all his might.

He said nothing.

"We didn't mention what the Cullen family did to my daughter, but that doesn't mean we don't remember." Beverly said coldly, "My daughter was imprisoned by your Cullen family for half a year, and because of the news of your engagement, she became agitated and frustrated. She gave birth prematurely, after which her body became completely weak. I will always remember this debt!"

Hearing that, William stared at her in shock, then turned his eyes to Alice, "What do you mean by giving birth in advance?"

What did it mean to have a weak body after giving birth?

Alice lowered her eyes and avoided his gaze. She walked forward and pulled Beverly away, "Mother, let's go."

"Why?" Beverly looked at William and said sullenly: "If it wasn't for you saving my daughter in England, I'm afraid that she would have already been tortured to death by your Cullen family."

William clenched his injured hand tightly, and more blood started to gush out.

The blood was bright red.

"Mother, stop it." Alice stopped Beverly.

Beverly turned and looked at her, her gaze softer than before. "Didn't we not help you get your child back before; make you feel very uncomfortable? Our Brown family cannot compare the power and influence of the Cullen family, but if others bully us too much, we do not need to hold ourselves back any longer, I will tell your father."

She is the only daughter of Brown family, and if you’ re bullied too much, how could your parents not feel sorry for you?

Getting the child back was a matter of the past.

The current her had already compromised.

"Mother, William and I have already discussed this matter. "Let's go." Alice did not want to stay any longer, she just wanted to leave.

She didn't know how to deal with such a complicated situation.

Seeing the people, she cared about fighting with one another, she felt completely exhausted. Presumably, William also felt bad when he dealt with her.

"It's settled?"

Beverly was stunned, did she hide a lot of things from her?

"Aunt, I think Alice is tired. Why don't we go back first?"

Patrick said as he wiped the blood off his face.

This round was over.

No need to stay any longer.

From start to finish, William did not say a single word. He just stood there, his back straight, his handsome face slowly turning white.

"Fine."

Hearing Patrick's words, Beverly nodded his head. After thinking a bit, she let go of Alice's hand again, took a step forward, and went closer to William, standing in front of him.

William lowered his eyes and stared at her, his gaze gloomy, causing people to be unable to guess what he was thinking.

"Mr. Cullen, I'm a lot older than you, so I'll give you a piece of advice. No matter how high and mighty a person is, don't be too ruthless, or your fall will hurt too much." Beverly said each word coldly.

William still did not say a word. If it wasn't for his expression which was so dark it was hard to discern, he looked like a junior who had just received training.

"No one is clearer than our young master when it comes to fighting and how Miss Brown is." Daniel stood out from behind William, bowed his head to him, and said respectfully, without being servile or overbearing, "Young Master respects Mrs. Brown, and I hope that Mrs. Brown does not lose face for the elders."

Although Daniel's words seemed light, it was actually extremely serious.

The intention to protect their master was clear.

Hearing that, Beverly's face turned ugly, as she looked at Daniel in displeasure.

William still stood there and did not speak. The outline of his face was tight and his eyes that had turned a little bloodshot had not the slightest bit of luster.

Patrick sneered from the side, "Who needs to give face to the actions of Cullen family?"

"he said."

Beverly nodded in praise.

Seeing that there was no way to avoid another argument, Alice felt even more uncomfortable standing there. She didn't look at anyone's face, and only said softly, "You guys chat slowly, I'm not feeling well. I'll be leaving first."

With that, Alice did not even bother with Beverly anymore, and turned to leave.

This night was not meant to be quiet.

Alice sat on the RV silently as it drove under the night light. She turned her head and looked at the scenery outside the window.

Beverly took a look at Patrick's injuries and complained, "His face is already green, and he's a noble. This method is simply a hooligan, without saying anything further to beat him up, the education of the nobility is really good."

She used to know that Cullen family’ s methods were not wise, but she never thought that it would be so outrageous.

How much damage Patrick and Alice suffered from William, was something she could only imagine?

"It's fine, Auntie. It's just a small wound."

Patrick said gently.

"Is this even a minor injury? We should wait until our faces are disfigured before we do that? " Beverly said, then looked at Alice, and could not help but ask, "What are you looking at, so engrossed, that you don't even care if Patrick is injured?"

In Beverly's eyes, Alice was too cold and detached.

For her, Patrick stayed in the Brown family to develop. For her, he never married nor fell in love.

Beverly had no reason not to help a man who treated her daughter like this.

Alice sat in a corner and slowly retracted her gaze. A pair of black and white clear eyes looked towards Patrick as she asked softly, "Are you alright?"

Patrick's face had some bruises, his handsome face revealed a bit of a sorry state, he smiled at her, "It's nothing, just a small wound." "Yes."

Alice nodded indifferently, and then turned her head to look out the window.

Patrick looked at her, a hint of loneliness sweeping past his eyes.

Beverly frowned.

After returning to the Port of Heaven, Alice went into her room to change into a set of formal attire and went into the bathroom to shower.

Warm water washed her face, her body, with the memories of the night.

Alice reached out to wipe the water on her eyes and opened a pair of eyes.

All of them were vicious.

William came over with his goal in mind, while Patrick came over with his goal in mind.

She couldn't beat them.

She only wanted to live a peaceful life, but it was so difficult.

Alice laughed self-deprecatingly. After taking a long shower and changing into a white t — shirt and pajamas, she used a towel to wipe her hair while walking out to check on the Kathy.

Once she pushed open the door, Alice saw Patrick standing by the wall.

Patrick had changed into a grey house attire, his legs were long, his hands were in his pockets, under his short, half wet hair, he had a handsome face with bruises, his aura was gentle and harmless, as he looked at her with gentle eyes.