My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 495

It didn't seem like he was fighting, but rather, trying to give himself up.

It was similar to how she had called Patrick for help when she was under house arrest in the castle. At that time, she had the same thought as well.

She wasn't trying to see if he would save her, but just gave herself a reason to give up.

He was going blind.

No wonder she'd seen him rub his eyes in those days, he'd never see them again.

She suddenly remembered when she was young. That year, she had carved a row of words on the wooden board.

She and Patrick were squatting under a tree. Patrick looked in front of him with unfocused eyes, his clean and white fingers touching the dents on the wooden floor,, "Alice, there are a few words I really do not know, what should I read?"

"Guess."

She hugged her knees in the sunlight and stared into his eyes.

"I can't guess."

Patrick shook his head as the corner of his mouth hooked up into a smile.

"Remain to true original." She enunciated each word, then said, "I've been carving for a long time. Touch this place, I've also carved lace, very nice lace."

She never forgets to show off her talent of painting.

The clean — looking teenager touched the pattern carved on the wooden board, and his smile became even more brilliant, "The thousand sails have been completed, do not forget about the original intention. It's a good thing you and I are both in there."

"What? Our names? It's obviously just your name."

That's what she said.

"If I say so, so be it."

That was what he had said at the time, and it was a bit stubborn.

That day, she thought about it for a long time, but she couldn't see her name in it.

"This is a very good saying. Remember, don't forget about the original intention. Do you know what does it mean? It refers to the original nature of the heart. It refers to the innate kindness, sincerity, and innocence of nature." Back then, she seemed to have even said something like this. Patrick nodded, stretched out his hand and shook it a few times in the air, then placed it on top of her head and patted it a few times.

He said he knew.

Alice stood there, her arms crossed. Some things, she didn't understand before until now.

After the thousand sails were over, he did not forget his initial intention.

He couldn't forget.

What she did not forget was not that so -called initial intention, but what he did not forget was her unforgettable nature.

He wouldn't forget once he recited it.

"Steward Frank! Steward Frank!"

One rushed down from the yacht to them, "Steward Frank. The one who has scar on his forehead were covered in poison, so he took the poison and committed suicide."

Suicide by poisoning.

Alice listened and closed her eyes.

"Loyal Follower."

Daniel sighed as he stood behind Alice, with some admiration.

He turned around and looked at the entire island. It was still beautiful under the night sky, but it was also an island filled with sorrow.

The sound of planes circling in the sky was loud in the quiet of the night.

Daniel looked up and asked, "What's going on?"

"Steward Frank, Master and Madam have arrived."

Someone answered.

Alice stood there silently. When Daniel heard this, he was stunned, "Why didn't anyone notify me? Miss.Brown, leave here quickly. You cannot face Master and Madam."

With Cullens, Alice had been blacklisted.

She won't have a good ending if she stays.

Alice looked at the worry in Daniel's eyes and shook her head. Then, she turned around and left, walking in the direction of the airport.

What was to come would come eventually. She could not hide and did not want to hide.

She didn't want to hide. She wanted to live and find William.

Daniel accompanied Alice to the airport, and the winding road was not easy to walk on.

By the time they arrived, the plane was already there.

The wind was especially strong.

Immediately after, a bodyguard walked towards Alice and pointed a gun at her head.

A new year. Another new year.

Time silently flowed by, dyeing the white haired old man, fading the eyes of the mature youth, and taking away the childish. This was time, and no matter how powerful one was, it was impossible to resist.

The fifth New Year was about to come after William's disappearance.

He had been missing for a full four years.

The English fog was heavier than before, and a castle was shrouded in clouds. Leaves fell from the clear lake, reflecting the castle's size.

The antique car's door was pushed open, and a young woman walked out of the car. Her long hair was slightly tidied up, reaching down to her waist, and her face was covered with light makeup. Her eyebrows were slightly deep, her nose was small and pretty, and her lips were slightly pursed.

She was wearing a heavy coat, and she was wrapped tightly around her neck with a scarf tied around her neck.

"Alice."

Someone called to her.

Alice looked at the beautiful scene in front of her, as though she had just entered a scene from an old British movie. Hearing the sound, she turned around.

Daniel closed the car door, walked forward and bent down to pick up the two suitcases. He wore an old pocket watch on his chest, and revealed a doting smile.

It was Kathy's voice.

Alice looked forward. Not far away was a western pavilion, with a few servants standing at a corner. In the middle, there were two small tables.

Two small figures were hunched over the table.

A little boy, and a little girl.

The boy was sitting up straight in a dark, prim suit, pen in hand.

The girl was sitting in front of the table, wearing layers upon layers of ancient long skirts. In this windless weather, the sun was warm, and the girl was slowly falling asleep while holding her chin.

Two children with completely different personalities.

In front of them, a brown-haired teacher was gesticulating.

"Shh."

Before the servant walked forward, Alice pressed a finger to her lips, indicating that she should be sent here.

Alice walked forward alone and leaned against the pillar. Both of her hands were in her pockets as she watched the twins.

They had grown taller again.

"I'm not studying, okay? I want to play."

Kathy sat there with her little face propped up.

"Dear Miss Kathy, if you can be like your brother, able to accurately recite all of the noble etiquette, then you can play." The teacher stood there and said.

"But I can't recite it."

Kathy was depressed.

"Then it has nothing to do with me, Miss Kathy. You have to be patient. We will continue with our lessons." The teacher said with a smile, and just in time to see Alice. The gentleman lowered his head to her, and seeing that she had no intention to disturb them, he continued with the lesson.

Kathy bent her head over the table as she listened to everything. Sitting on the small stool, she retreated, slanted her head and looked at her brother who was beside her, "Holy, you must have separated my patience and intelligence, so you can recite everything.

I can't recite anything at all."

Holy sat beside her and looked at the book on the table. Without making a sound, his small face did not have the slightest expression, but there was a coldness that did not match his age.

Seeing that her brother was ignoring her, Kathy became even more depressed, and shouted loudly, "I'm so stupid. I'm so stupid. I'm so stupid!"

Holy lowered his eyes and looked at the book, his eyelashes raised up and down. Hearing her voice, he suddenly stretched out his small hand and placed it on the edge of Kathy's table.

Just as he reached out his hand, Kathy knocked her head against the table, causing it to miss the edge of the table but to his hand.

Holy's long eyelashes trembled.

"How did you know I was going to hit my head?"

Kathy was even more depressed.

Before she hit the table, he reached out to block for her.