Chapter 484

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Alice's eyes trembled, her body felt a chill, she sprinkled the medicine in her hand, turned and ran back into the house.

"Bam!"

A loud sound came from upstairs, shaking the trees until the birds flapped their wings and flew away, letting out some shrill cries.

It was a gunshot.

Alice raised her head and looked upstairs. The voice came from Beverly's room.

"No!"

Alice shouted out with all her might, her face pale white, she ran inside with all her might.

Patrick quickly followed behind her.

Alice rushed up the stairs. No, no.

Mother, no.

They had only known each other for less than a year. Her father had left, and her mother could not leave her.

No, absolutely not.

Please, please.

Mother, please, you must be fine!

Patrick ran faster than Alice. When he rushed into Beverly's room, he pushed open the door and froze.

Alice rushed over and grabbed hold of her. He placed his hand on her eyes, causing his breathing to become unstable and her heart to ache, "Don't look, Alice, don't look anymore."

Hearing that, Alice's entire being froze, the blood in her entire body became cold.

In that instant, she felt as if she had walked into hell.

She slowly raised her hand and pulled Patrick's hand down, raising her eyes to look forward.

On the huge bed, Beverly was lying on it wearing an old-fashioned shirt. She looked calm, as if she was in deep sleep, but there was a silver gun in her hands and a red flower on her bosom.

A very, very red flower.

Like the red dye in the painting, it did not need a painter to draw it. The liquid flowed freely and dripped onto Beverly's yellowed shirt.

"Bam."

Alice's legs went soft as she knelt on the ground.

As Patrick saw this scene, his brows knitted together. A hint of grief flashed past his eyes and he walked forward, extending his hand under Beverly's nose.

He could no longer feel any breath.

He looked at Alice, not daring to tell her this fact.

Alice tried to stand up, but she couldn't. She decided to just crawl forward.

Alice crawled all the way to the bedside and grabbed Beverly's hand. She reached out to caress her face and said, "Mother, the plane is about to take off, we should leave."

Hearing the gunshot, Mary, the servants and bodyguards all rushed over, and blocked the entrance, upon seeing the gunshot, screams sounded out one after another.

However, Alice acted as if she could not hear her, as she grabbed Beverly's hands and pressed them to her face, urging her softly, "Hurry, mother, get up. Be good and sleep on the plane again.

Beverly laid there, not responding at all.

Alice looked at the wound on her chest and asked, "Does it hurt? "It's fine, I can bandage it. I'll help you bandage it so that it won't hurt anymore."

As she said that, Alice went to open a drawer at the side. Unable to find it, she pounced towards a cabinet in the corner and muttered, "Mother, wait a moment, I'll immediately bandage you up. Take the medicine box for me, quick! Don't you see that my mother got injured?"

Alice shouted to the group of people at the door.

With that, Alice threw herself back onto the bed, she reached out and pressed on Beverly's chest, which was bleeding profusely, and blood quickly dyed her hands, "It's alright, Mother, don't be afraid, I'll bandage you up immediately, it won't hurt." Patrick pulled her from the back, "Alice, don't be like this.

"Don't touch me!" Alice glared at him angrily, "If you do this, I will touch mother's wound and hurt her!"

She wanted to cure her mother.

She had to cure her mother. She had to.

Mother washed her hair just now.

"Alice!"

Patrick frowned as he looked at her.

"You go away, you go away, you are so noisy, my mother will be annoyed, you go away." Alice pressed down hard on Beverly's chest, tightly pressing. The blood dyed her hands and dyed her eyes red.

It's all right, it's all right, it'll be all right, it'll be all right.

Yes, it will be fine.

Patrick simply hugged Alice from the back, wanting to pull her away from the bedside.

Alice struggled with all her might, and threw her hand right at his face.

"Whap."

A resounding slap stained with blood.

Patrick was hit to the point that he turned his head away. His face was covered with a bloody palm on top of it, he looked at Alice, but Alice ignored him. She threw herself in front of the bed and held onto Beverly's chest.

"Patrick!"

Mary was startled; she immediately ran to Patrick and wiped his face with a tissue.

Patrick's face did not look good. After snatching the tissue, he wiped off the blood on his face. He turned his eyes and saw a piece of paper on the bedside table.

He skimmed through the content, and then handed the paper over to Alice. "Mother, don't be afraid. I'll treat your wounds, I'll treat you."

Alice muttered, and suddenly a piece of paper appeared in her line of sight.

She looked at it. It was the piece of paper that her father had desperately wanted to bring back to her mother. Right now, there were many more words written on it.

Alice stared blankly as her blood stained hands began to tremble.

After a long while, she reached out to take the paper, lowered her eyes, and looked at the contents on it -

[Dear Alice:

When the news of Xavier Brown's death came back, I made this decision. Don't be sad for me, I am very happy, because I went to heaven, heaven has music, waves, as well as York Brown, Xavier Brown, it makes me yearn. But I'm sorry for you. I left you once, more than twenty years ago, and now I'm going to leave you again. I'm a selfish mother to you. I hesitated, too, but I yearned forthat place. I'm sorry, my dear daughter.

Last time when you left with William, I believe you must have loved that man a lot, so for him, you must live on with your strength.

Mother blesses you, you will be happy, you will be happy, you will have everything good in this world.]

This was Beverly's will.

It was written under my father's Italian.

Alice knelt on the ground, her blood-stained hand clutching the will in her hand, her lips trembling.

Hesitation.

Is this your choice after your hesitation?

It was because last time she chose to leave with William and didn't stay to take care of her mother. Therefore, her mother felt that to her, William was even more important.

I'm sorry.

Mother is very important. Mother is very important.

If it happened again, she would stay. She would stay.

Alice squeezed the letter, feeling so much pain that she wanted to die, but her face was dry. Without a single tear, she couldn't cry.

Her father was dead, and she had no tears.

Her mother was dead, and she had no tears.

She didn't know what she was doing.

If her parents were watching her from somewhere, would they be able to hold hands and go to finding her brother?

She turned her head to look at the window, at the blinding sunlight.

Please, don't go.

Look at her more. She's in pain, really in pain, don't leave her, don't leave her here.

"Alice."

Patrick threw away the tissue and squatted down beside her, "I will take care of Aunt's affairs."

"I really want to cry."

Alice said. She wanted to shed tears but she couldn't, she was like a heartless person. She had no tears.

Patrick reached out and pulled her into his embrace.

Alice leaned on his chest. She couldn't cry, so she could only scream hysterically.

It sounded like ghosts wailing in the night.

It sent chills down one's spine.

Beverly laid on the bed calmly, letting the blood on her shirt flow, all the while her lips had a curve to them, it was a faint smile.

With Patrick's help, Alice organized Beverly's funeral.

The funeral of her father was less than a week apart from her father's.

Alice stood by the seaside and scattered Beverly's ashes towards the ocean. Thinking about it now, when her mother sprinkled her father's ashes, she had already been hinting at her future path.

Only she didn't understand.

She wanted nothing more than to take her mother away, but in the end, she couldn't take her mother with her.

Maybe her mother was really happy.

Because her mother and her father could finally swim in the sea together.

The wind that blew from the sea surface was extremely strong, causing Alice's skirt to flutter about like butterfly wings. Patrick stood at the side and quietly accompanied her.

The urn was empty.

Alice still stood there without moving, staring at the ocean.

"Alice, let's go back."

Patrick took the urn in her hands and handed it over to Mary and walked back with Alice in his arms.

Mary looked at their figures that were intimately pressed together, and a lonely expression filled her face.

After experiencing her parents' death consecutively, Alice was already numb to it. She allowed Patrick to carry her and leave.

Patrick brought her into the room. Alice was pushed onto the bed and Patrick looked down at her, "Alright, go to sleep for a while. When dinner is ready, I'll come and get you."

Patrick moved gently and helped her to lie down. He covered her with a blanket and stared at her with his brown eyes.

Alice was lying on the bed, with a pair of unimaginably red eyes, staring fixedly at the sky, eyes unfocused.

Seeing her like this, Patrick frowned, then turned and left.

Just as he walked to the door, Alice's wooden voice sounded from her room, "I want to return home."

Patrick's figure became sluggish, and a hint of displeasure flashed past his eyes. He turned around and looked at Alice, and said in a low voice, "This is Brown Family, the place that your parents have left for you. Where do you want to go back?"

"Go back to my daughter's side, go back and find William." Alice's voice was extremely cold, without a single trace of emotion.

"Some people are looking for William, you should get some rest." Patrick said as he opened the door to leave.

"I need to go back. I don't want to stay here any longer."

Alice said that again, her tone full of stubbornness.

"Bam!"

Patrick unhappily slammed the door shut, turned and looked at her, then said:

"You will not be able to see William when you go back, and even more so, will not be able to see your daughter!"