Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies novel Chapter 766

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 find 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.