My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 793

— William's game

She wanted to be alone with someone else, but there was no way.

"I didn't mean that." Alice said helplessly, "I was just thinking that you don't like to hear this kind of thing."

"Even if I don't like it. I still want to stay!"

William said coldly, he looked the diagnosis room not far away and said, "Let's go there!"

Alice looked at Lambert, asking for his opinion. Lambert walked toward the diagnosis room in silence.

The three of them walked in and William immediately sat down at a table. He raised his legs and unrestrainedly leaned against the table, casting a cold glance at Lambert with his black eyes, then looked at Alice and said, "Hurry up and say it, after that we'll go eat together."

Alice calmed herself down, and raised her eyes to look at Lambert. Lambert leaned against the wall, and his face slightly lowered.

"Those newspapers were made by someone who did it purposely. It’s Mona or maybe the others. The news was fake, we cannot believe it all." Alice said lightly.

"Then what can I believe?"

Lambert asked with a hint of hoarseness in his voice.

"I've never seen my brother before. I heard the story of him from David. It shouldn't have come from me, but I'm afraid you'll misunderstand." Alice said. She knew that it must have been hard for Lambert to bear after reading those reports.

"Misunderstanding what?

Misunderstanding the moment David sacrificed himself to save me, and treated me as your younger brother? "

His eyes looked at Alice, and his eyes carried a trace of anger, her tone becoming heavier.

Alice was tongue-tied, and just as she was about to say something, William suddenly picked up his stethoscope and opened, then speaking in a bored tone, "Not fun."

Is this the time to play?

Alice tried her best to withdraw her attention from William, and continued to speak with Lambert. "About them, we must start from when my younger brother was in his teens."

Lambert leaned his back against the wall beside the door and listened in silence. His face pale and bloodless.

Inside the quiet room, Alice told the story she had heard to Lambert one by one. Lambert's expression had subtly changed.

William didn't care what they talked about. He just played with the stethoscope in his hands.

"That's the story. When David rushed over, my brother was salvaged out of the water. He had always been feeling guilty, because they were separated by heaven before he could even give York a proper explanation." Alice said, "No matter how much power a person has. He cannot come back to life."

Lambert stood there, and his eyes filled with astonishment. "Then isn't your younger brother going to die?"

"Hmm, Even to the point of his death. He probably thought that David did not care about him. But even so, he still carried that book with him." Alice said with a dejected look in her eyes. When she mentioned York, she couldn't possibly be in a good mood.

"Don't you hate him?"

Lambert asked.

Alice laughed as she lowered her eyes to look at William who was fiddling with the stethoscope, and said, "It seems that for a period of time, I hated David and thought that he was an extremely weak man, but then I slowly let my guard down. I was thinking if I stood in his position. Would I be able to do better than him?"

Lambert was silent.

Hearing that, William who was standing in front of the human - shaped background withdrew his leg, and looked at Alice with a serious expression: "Can I?"

After saying that, William placed the tip of the stethoscope onto Alice's body, listening to her heartbeat.

The atmosphere of sadness instantly vanished.

Alice said softly, "I don't know, but I gradually understand how much David has suffered. The age gap, the gender gap. They are all factors that he needs to consider. ”

In the end, there was nothing that could be done about it.

As Lambert listened, he couldn't help but admire the way Alice spoke. A few simple words were enough to change his state of mind, just like when he was in Lambert Mansion.

She was a woman worthy of William.

"Dr. Lambert. From your perspective, perhaps being a substitute is a very shameful thing." Alice said softly, the smile on her lips was extremely Peter, "But to me, seeing how much I blame myself for what happened all those years ago, I feel more or less comforted on behalf of York. Because I know that if I do it again, I will not worry so much, and he will ignore everything else."

Lambert stood there, his face turned to the side and his eyes slightly shifting.

After a long time, Lambert opened his mouth and asked, "Then what do I count as?"

His voice was hoarse.

Alice's brows knitted together. How could she answer this question? That's right, so what if it's Lambert?

But in the end, after feeling touched, he welcomed two words: Substitute.

"Alice, you always like to tell me stories. But in your stories, I am only an insignificant existence. Perhaps, I shouldn't even exist.' Lambert said.

"Hmm?" William stood up again and stared at Alice with her dark eyes, "Have you told Lambert many stories?"

Why didn't he know?

William suddenly interrupted the topic of conversation. Alice felt a little awkward, "This is not the main point."

"Then what is the main point?"

William stared at Alice in dissatisfaction. "Alice, I realized that you have a lot of secrets. When will you be able to tell me a story? What time is it, what day is it?"

Tell him everything.

Don't disturb us!"

William coldly snorted.

Lambert walked out under William's ruthless gaze. Alice could not believe it and asked, "William, are you talking about David? Does he want to cripple himself? How do you know?"

David was actually in more pain than what she had seen.

Would he really be better to die than to live?

"It's easy to know." William said coldly, his gaze landed on the door that was closed, and said: "You might as well let him be angry. It might not be a good thing if you explain it clearly."

Alice was speechless. She indeed did not know whether it was a good or bad thing to save David's image in Lambert's eyes.

"Alright, lie down!"

William took off his jacket, and started rolling up his sleeves.

"For what?"

Alice looked at him in puzzlement.

William stood on the diagnostic bed, picked up the stethoscope. And he hung it around his neck. He stared at her, and a sinister look flashed past his eyes, "Of course I'm dissecting you. I want to see how many stories are hidden in your stomach!"

"Let Doctor William check it out!" William was suddenly interested in this game. He reached out to take off Alice's clothes, and Alice immediately grabbed his hand in distress, "Stop messing around, I was wrong, can I tell you a story?"

You can tell as many stories as you want.

"No!"

"Why?"

"Because I suddenly realized that the doctor and the patient's game was very fun." William raised his eyebrows, reached out to unzip her clothes, and excitedly started to study the doctor's new play style.

Alice was so embarrassed that her face was flushed. He held her struggling hand and lowered his head to kiss her lips, not letting her move. His other hand held onto the stethoscope as he reached towards her chest.

"Wait, wait, I have something to say."

"No way!"

"As a patient, I have the right to explain my illness." Alice said anxiously, her face as red as an apple.

Hearing this, William thought that she had also entered into the game, and his interest immediately surged. He stared at her with interest, and spoke with a sexy voice, "Alright, I'll allow you to explain your illness."

As he said that, William bent down and kissed her face twice.