Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies
Chapter 766: It's all an illusion

The pitiful look in his eyes reminded William of the time he met Elise in the slums some years ago.

At that time, Elise was still a little girl who was tormented and scarred by her stepfather.

She then squatted in the doorway, looked up pitifully at William, who was passing by, then tugged on his coat and asked him, "Can you control me?"

William then took her away and kept her with him until today.

"Elise." William spoke softly, lifting a bony hand and cupping Elise's jaw, forcing the eyes to meet.

The eyes are as beautiful as if they were stuffed with the entire Milky Way, charming, cool and gentle.

It's easy to get lost in it.

But William was sober, and his tone grew cold.

Every word, even punctuation marks are penetrated with eerie coldness, "You should know that the reason I took you away is not because you are pitiful, because you are calm and wise enough."

Yes, Elise did squat on the doorstep of the slum, asking William pathetically if he could take care of him.

But in fact, when pushing open that door, the crowd will replace dead in a pool of blood, long since dead many times stepfather.

The cause of death was simple: a dagger made of polished iron that cut through his stepfather's carotid artery with unerring precision.

Elise's little hand reaching out towards someone is not asking for help, it's looking for a scapegoat.

She just wanted someone to take the blame for the murder for her.

William noticed the deep scars on Elise's palm at first glance, and smelled the blood on her body that smelled of alcohol.

He guessed what Elise had done, but didn't reveal it.

He took Elise's hand and covered the scar that had governed her for so many years.

"But you've never needed me to care." William poked mercilessly, and the force in his hands grew.

It almost crushed Elise's jawbone.

Elise held back the pain without saying a word, still like a good child, quietly looking at William in front of him.

Finally, William shrugged her off, "Get out."

Elise obediently heads out.

She was revealed and there was no point in staying any longer.

When she arrived downstairs, a car honked towards her.

Elise glanced up, then pursed her lips and walked over.

Opened the car door and sat on the passenger side.

"Ms. Michelle," Elise said good-naturedly.

"You've cleared it with the Grant family?" Ms. Michelle sat in the back row, leisurely flipping through the magazine in her hands.

Elise flinched for a moment, but still nodded honestly, "Yes."

Then added, "I was trying to stay in touch, but that little guy named Erika went to the hospital and copied all the patients' information, as if he was trying to replace out something, so I got out in time." This reduces your suspicion.

"That little guy is said to be quite good at fortune telling." Ms. Michelle didn't even raise her head, her tone remained flat, "Probably to figure out who exactly has influence on the Grant family." "I've modified my profile, so she definitely can't count it." Elise said.

But after a pause, asked Ms. Michelle, "Do we need to get rid of that little kid?"

"It's just a little guy, how much of a stir can he make." Ms. Michelle disdained, "Besides, the net will be closed soon, don't waste time on such a small matter."

Energy, to stay on the last big move with!