My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 480

Miller?

Alice gazed at Patrick, and she wanted to believe in what Patrick had said.

Because in the past, she trusted Patrick so much that she felt that if she didn't believe in him, everyone in the world could not be trust. Because he was Patrick who she had looked after for so many years.

Gentle, polite and kind.

But how was she going to deceive herself? At the same time that something happened to Browns, did something happen to William as well? There was no connection at all between her and Patrick. Everything had nothing to do with Patrick.

"Then what about Miller?"

Alice asked.

Patrick observed Alice's expression, "According to the rules, I have already killed him, along with his subordinates."

"No proof?"

Alice said, her white lips trembling.

It was too late.

It was too late for her, or for anything.

"I have already recorded Miller's evidence, you can look at it any time. Do you not trust my abilities?" Patrick lowered his gaze and stared at her. He paused for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Alice, who do you think was the person who tried to save uncle?

Was this some sort of test?

He was trying to see if the people who had rescued them were people that William had sent to inform her.

For the first time, Alice started to ponder over the meaning that Patrick said. She shook her head, "I don't know, how would I know? I only know that my father is dead, and we didn't even met each other for a year. I want to cry, but I can't cry."

By the end, Alice's voice was stuck in her throat, unable to complete the sentence.

Patrick looked at her in pain, then pulled her into his embrace and patted her back lightly, "Alright, alright, stop crying if you can't. I will always be with you, Alice."

Alice did not push him away as she leaned on his shoulder. Her body was trembling extremely badly and her hands and feet were cold.

Mary stood at the side accompanying Beverly, raising her eyes to look at the two who were embracing each other. She silently lowered her eyes, and did not make any noise or ruckus.

The funeral continued.

There were quite a lot of people from Browns who came in droves as they walked into the church and bowed towards Xavier's body. They were all very respectful and obedient to Patrick.

Everyone advanced in batches.

Alice and Beverly stood by the side with a candlestick in each of their hands. The mourners came forward with trash in their hands and held a white candle.

The church was full of candles.

The nuns kept chanting, hoping that God would pity Xavier.

Beverly was extremely grieved, but she also couldn't lose her manner. She could only force herself to swallow her grievances.

Alice stood by her side, both hands holding a pure gold candlestick. But for some reason, she didn't shed a single tear.

The number of candles on the ground was still increasing at a visible rate.

The lights of the church were not bright. The candles on the ground were flickering with countless candles.

The funeral procedure was long and complicated.

"Bam."

A loud noise came from beside Alice. Beverly suddenly faint and fall onto the ground, and the candle in her hand was thrown to the side.

The entire audience went into an uproar.

Everyone widened their eyes in shock as they looked over.

Alice lowered her eyes to look at her unconscious mother, and she discovered that she was not surprised at all.

On the contrary, she was the calmest of them all. She stopped someone from forcefully grabbing her mother and calmly said, "No one should touch her. Ask the doctor to come over."

"Yes, Miss."

Beverly fainted because of being too agitated.

Patrick carried Beverly to her bedroom. Alice rejected his escort and said indifferently, "Patrick, you go and busy with the funeral. I want to accompany my mother."

"Alright." Patrick did not insist and gave Alice a box of pills, "Take this medicine and try to calm your mind. Aunt has been depressed slightly, so when she wakes up, let her eat it. It will make her feel better."

"Thank you."

Alice said.

"Then I'll be going out. You should get some rest as well."

Patrick said, walking out, and extended his hand to pull the door. But he could not help but look inside.

Alice stood in front of the bed, her fingers tightly clutching the bottle of medicine. Under her jet - black hair, there was not a single emotion on her face.

The current Alice was like a puppet. Her eyes were lifeless and empty, without a trace of a soul. When she drew, her eyes were filled with spirit energy, but now there was nothing.

Patrick frowned, then closed the door.

Hearing the door close, Alice turned and walked over to the window. It was already late at night, but there were lights everywhere and people everywhere.

They were all people from the Browns.

No, they were all Patrick's men.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the medicine in her hand.

Patrick gave her the pill.

Alice walked to the front of the bed and sat down. Then, she took out a few boxes of medicine from her bag and placed them on the bedside.