William coughed lightly, "I seem to have said that I could have no son, but the marriage with Alice is inevitable."
"What?" Alice stared at him in shock, "William, are you kidding me? You said such a thing in front of two kids? What do you mean by you can have no son? "
No wonder Holy was stubborn to seek death, these words were too hurtful.
"Alice, do you want to argue with me now?"
William frowned.
"You're being too excessive, under such circumstances, just follow Mona's request!" Alice stared at his face angrily, "They are still so young, yet you dare to say such hurtful words."
"That's my plan, if Mona knows that her trump card is unimportant, then she will be panicked!"
"Then you don't have to be so harsh! You're going too far!"
"Alice, you have already said that I have overdone it twice!" William stared at her as he spoke, his face was full of anger.
They were quarreling under the sun, Alice stared at him angrily, "You are too excessive! I don't care, take back what you said, you have to fix it with Holy!"
Her eyes were red with anger.
"Alice, you want to rebel?" William's face was filled with sternness, "I tell you, I'm your man, don't use such a tone to talk to me!"
"What if I speak like this?"
Alice glared at him.
"Who said that I am the dominant one when proposing me?" William stretched out his hand to pinch her chin, "Today, I'll show you exactly what is 'husband and wife' mode!"
"I regret it." Alice angrily shook his hands off, "Look at you, do you look like a good father? We don't spend much time with the children, so we should learn to cherish them. But what about you? Are you still jealous of your son? Is this what a father should do? "
"And he was your son, I delivered him with great difficulty! Do you know how much I've suffered? Did they know that they would be sad if they didn't have their parents by their side every day for the past four years? What do you mean you can have no son? If he's really gone, how can you compensate me with a pair of twins? "
Her eyes grew redder and redder.
William stood there, his eyes glazed over for a moment. "Li..."
"Li what!" Alice glared at him with red eyes and said loudly, "You comfort my son, from today onwards, don't come to my room again if you fail! I, Alice, will do what I say!"
With that, Alice angrily turned around and walked away, leaving William alone there.
"Alice, come back!"
William stood there with a face full of anger and depression. He stared at Alice's back and he raised the brooch in his hands, and was about to smash it.
After two seconds, he retracted his hand.
Wasn't it just comforting a little kid? How hard could it be?
Damn it!
"Shit!"
William ruthlessly kicked the stairs beneath his feet.
Seeing Alice's back, William turned and walked into the infirmary. He pulled a chair over and sat on it by the sickbed with his long legs spread out. He stared at Holy who was lying on the bed.
Why would a child be so emotional?
Even seeking death.
Comforting the child? How? He had never comforted a child in his life!
Just comforting a grumpy woman was difficult enough! He was determined not to have another baby! Otherwise, that woman would let him comfort her child everyday!
Holy slept on the sickbed. After dusk, the infirmary was brightly lit.
The pain in his neck and mouth caused Holy to be in a trance. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw William sitting in front of his sickbed, staring at him.
Holy was shocked for a moment, then his face became indifferent, and his eyes seemed to hold resentment.
After a long while, he propped himself up on the bed with his small hands and looked at William.
The two stared at each other.
Holy sat there and glared at William. His small mouth was pursed tightly.
The two doctors sitting by the side door were working at their desks. They glanced in from time to time. Ten minutes passed, they looked at each other, and twenty minutes passed, they still looked at eath other.
The two doctors looked at each other in confusion.
What happened to Second Young Master and Young Master Holy? They had been staring at each other for almost half an hour now.
After half an hour, Holy was not as calm as he William as he wanted to get off the bed.
"Are you allowed to get out of bed?"
William's cold voice sounded.
Holy still insisted on getting off the bed.
"No!"
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