My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 823

- I'm sorry. I'm really sorry

"Alright."

Kathy immediately thought of William.

Alice ran through the forest towards the direction that Kathy pointed. For some reason, the more she ran, the colder her fingers became.

How could it be like this?

She thought that Holy would just get along with her and solve the problem in his heart. Why did he become like this?

After Alice ran for a long time, she finally saw Holy's figure. He was running along the road, stepping on many flowers.

He's still fine.

"Holy!"

When Alice called out his name, his body froze for a few seconds. Then, he ran even faster than before, rushing forward like a little wild beast.

Alice pressed on her stomach, gasped for breathing and stopped her footsteps, "Holy, wait for me."

Holy didn't listen at all.

Alice bit her lips and chased after him, disregarding everything else.

At this time, William caught up with his sports car. Seeing Alice's panting, he furrowed even more tightly.

The sports car horizontally stood in front of Holy in a handsome posture, blocking his path.

William sat in the car, turned his face and looked at Holy coldly, saying in a cold voice, "Can't you hear it? Alice is calling you!"

He did not like anyone going against with Alice and ignoring Alice.

Holy stood there unmoving, and his small hands clenched tightly. His face still flushed from his anger, as he stared fixedly at the ground.

"Holy, are you okay?" Alice chased after him. Before she could get tired, she grabbed Holy's hand.

His hands were cold and clenched.

Why is it so cold?

Alice was startled. She turned him around and squatted down in front of him, worriedly looking at him, "Did she wrongly accuse you again? It's my bad. I think that she has already realized her mistake, and that you two can play together."

Was Holy feeling unwell again?

Holy stood there motionlessly, his eyes staring stubbornly at the ground, refusing to look at Alice.

"Holy, don't be like this. I'm worried about you. Can you please tell me if you feel wronged or upset?" Alice held onto his cold little hands.

Holy did not say a word.

"It is Mommy's fault. Don't be upset, okay? Let's go back and make the cake together?" She remembered that when she brought them to make the cake, Holy was very happy and would even let out a slight smile.

Holy's face was cold and expressionless. He stubbornly pulled back his little hands.

He pulled it back bit by bit.

Alice could only watch as that ice-cold little hands left her hands. She looked at Holy in a daze, and when she saw his gaze that was almost filled with hatred, she could not help but ask, "Holy, what happened to you?

Can you tell me what happened? Dad and Mom will always be by your side."

He didn't need to keep it all to himself. He could talk to her.

"Liar."

Holy suddenly said something, and his voice was so cold that it didn't sound like a child's.

William sat up straight on the car after hearing what he said, his black eyes looking at them. Alice squatted there. The sunlight shining on her fair face, making her astonishment become even more obvious.

"Holy?"

This was the first time Alice had heard him speak in such a tone.

"No and never!" Holy slowly lifted his eyes from Alice's. The moment he met Alice's gaze, his heart began to throb in pain.

Why did this hatred seem to be directed towards her?

Was she mistaken?

"Do you hate me?" This was what Alice thought. She really could not ignore that look.

The gaze was so cold that it made all the bones in her body ache.

"Then do you like me?"

Holy asked.

Alice squatted in front of him, and a bitter smile appeared, "Of course, I like you. Holy, you are my son, and you are our life extension."

"Then why did you abandon me?"

Holy interrupted her words coldly.

William sat in the car. He didn't get down, but his black eyes revealed a touch of cold light.

Alice squatted there, "What are you talking about?"

"I was born and raised in England! Kathy is your daughter. You guys only bring her back to raise her, so you don't even love me! " The more Holy spoke, the more excited he became. He glared at Alice with her black eyes as he retreated step by step.

He didn't want to say.

He felt that Alice had given him enough. He thought that it was enough, but when Catherine said this, he felt uncomfortable again.

Did Alice really want him to die?

In that moment, Alice finally understood what Holy was thinking.

Was he going to mention that again?

Alice let her tears fall as her voice choked, "I love you, Holy. At that time, if I could bring you along with me, I would tried my best to keep you by my side. But I really didn't have a better idea then. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."

I'm sorry, Holy. I'm sorry, Mom is not good. Mom has never been able to be good.

Holy stood there and looked at Alice. He held his fists and his nails dug into his hand, pressing hard into his flesh.

She apologized.

She had indeed abandoned him, and she had made a deal on him.

She didn't like him. She didn't like him without her mother to give up her son.

"I hate you! Alice Brown!"

Holy called out her name.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."

Alice painfully lowered her head, her tears streaming down nonstop. Other than apologizing repeatedly, she couldn't do anything else. However, an apology weighed nothing to an injured child.

"I don't want to forgive you!"

Holy looked at Alice with hatred, and his eyes also so red that it seemed as though he was about to cry. He turned around and was about to leave, only to see a tall figure blocking in front of him.

He raised his head and saw that William was standing right in front of him.

In the next second, William extended his hand and pressed it on Holy's head, he slowly bent down and spoke word by word, "Holy, you must forgive her!"

This is an order.

Not a discussion.

Holy stood there, and his eyes bloodshot as he looked into William's eyes. He did not compromise, and his gaze was filled with stubbornness, "Why?"

Why he had to forgive.

He was the abandoned one, so he had the right to choose forgive or not.

William pressed his palm on Holy’s head and turned Holy's head, forcing him to look at Alice. She squatted down and lowered her head, twitching.

She was so thin that she might be blown over by the wind.

"Because, she is Alice Brown, and she is your mother!" William's arrogant voice exploded above Holy's head. He continued to say word by word, "Do you understand now?"

Because she was Alice, whom even he couldn't bear to bully. No one could bully her, not even his parents, not even his children!

Holy did not understand, and he did not want to understand.

"Go and forgive her!"

William ordered coldly, no one knew better than him that what Alice needed right now was a single word of forgiveness.

It was forgiveness from Holy.