novelraw Chapter 615: I Recognize No Kin, Cold and Ruthless
Chapter 615: I Recognize No Kin, Cold and Ruthless
Suburban chicken farm.The light is dim, the stench overwhelming, countless chickens clucking noisily, aggravating anyone who hears them.
Ella Weaver and Rose Parker, faces swollen and clothes wet, were thrown here. They shivered and waited anxiously until Alexander Parker finally arrived, late as always.
Rose ran over, crying, wanting to hug him and pour out her grievances, but Alexander dodged her, moving to one side.
As a result, she fell to the ground with a thud.
"Alexander!"
Alexander stood there, his expression colder and darker than the night, his handsome face exuding endless eeriness, his voice hoarse as if from Hell: "I warned you all, don’t hurt my cousin!"
Ella, frightened by his terrifying demeanor, retreated several steps, screaming: "It’s none of my business! I didn’t do anything!"
Rose crawled up, her swollen face full of unwillingness and anger: "What kind of cousin is she?! You only have one cousin, Ella Weaver. Isabella Weaver is a disgraceful little brat! I am your own aunt, your closest kin, and for her..."
She hadn’t finished speaking when Alexander kicked her away.
Rose spat out a mouthful of blood, her ears buzzing, unable to get up.
Alexander stepped forward, a blade appearing between his fingers at some unknown moment, a ruthless and chilling aura permeating him: "I have no family recognition, am indifferent and heartless, lacking normal human emotions—is this the first day you realized that?"
Rose looked at the blood-red malevolence in his pupils, watching the blade’s sinister white light getting closer and closer, terrified into a shiver!
Could he be having an episode again? Planning to kill?
She shouted Ella’s name loudly: "Ella, come over and help me up! Your cousin is mad!"
Ella trembled, not daring to go over! Fear paralyzed her limbs completely!
Alexander’s past "achievements" truly made one’s blood run cold!
To him, crushing a person was no different from crushing an ant, it wouldn’t cause any psychological impact; he would only feel... happiness!
He’s a psychopath!
However, just as the mother and daughter were about to break down, Alexander suddenly closed his eyes, and his actions halted.
The blood-red in his eyes gradually disappeared, leaving only a still cold sternness: "From now on, you’ll live here, digging chicken manure every day. If you don’t finish the amount I’ve set, you won’t eat!"
After he finished speaking, he walked out of the chicken farm, his chilling silhouette disappearing into the darkness.
Ella, incredulous, asked shakily: "Mom, is he... cured? Can he really control himself now?"
Rose, having narrowly escaped death, was drenched in cold sweat, lying on the foul-smelling muddy ground, shaking her head slowly.
His illness surely hasn’t improved.
He simply broke free from his uncontrollable emotions easily because he detests them.
If it was Isabella Weaver, he still couldn’t manage himself, and the knife might have already landed on Isabella Weaver.
He only loses control to the point of bloodthirst when it’s someone he likes.
Rose’s mind raced, her hatred intensifying. She was just one step away from marrying Isabella Weaver to Alexander, yet failed, leading to today’s situation!
No, she must find a way to get Isabella Weaver onto Alexander’s bed!
Maybe when passion boils over, Alexander would love her too much and just strangle her!
Ella was unaware of her thoughts, slumped down, crying loudly: "I don’t want to dig chicken manure! It stinks here! I want to go home!"