Chapter 545 - Hide down to the grave...?!!

Once again, she believes that her husband's sixth sense was out of the

world and quite scary.

Now she hopes to know more about the mansion and where they were

to find a way to escape without alerting the enemies.

When she was thinking about what to do in her head, someone pushed

open the door and entered. Kate became sensitive since she was

there, and she suddenly hugged her son tightly and turned.

When she saw it was Rebel, she stood on her stand. After all, she

hated Rebel because he was the person who was the first and last

person who always came to them and acted as if she belonged there.

But she hated every moment she was spending without her husband

and her children.

Seeing the protective look on her face, that man suddenly felt he was

standing in front of an angry tiger, grinding her teeth to bite whoever

dared to approach her and her son.

He coughed; he looked at Kate with an apology look, “Miss Allen, I

bought the person who hurt the young master.” Rebel informed.

When Kate heard him, she felt her blood boil in her body; she stood up

with Daniel in her arms. “Where is that person? She sounded exactly

like David Xiver would when he loses his mind and becomes

bloodthirsty.

Rebel called the maid. Kate saw a woman appear, and she fell to her

knees and didn’t dare to look at Kate or anyone; Kate frowned. “You

were the one who pinched my son? She asked.

The woman stiffened when she heard Kate's cold order.

She nodded her head and felt a cold chilly run down her spine. She

wanted to say no, but when she remembered Rebel’s words, she

gulped down the words she was about to say.

Kate turned and put Daniel on the bed and walked to the maid. She

looked down at the maid and ordered her to

“stand up.” The maid felt this woman in front of her, even scarier than

Rebel and any other person in this mansion.

Kate became impatient. "Stand up right now.” she yelled in a

sanctioned voice; this time, it was not order anymore; it was a death

notice.

Rebel felt an ominous feeling in his heart, but he couldn't tell what it

was yet. And he couldn't tell what Kate wanted to do from her

expression,

Day by day, he felt Kate was not how she looked; she was a different

person and what he was showing was just a part of her.

He also realized she was the person who craved her name in David's

soul and made him fall in love with her and bore his child can’t be a

simple person, so it could only be her mask.

When the woman stood up, Kate saw the maid couldn't even look

straight at her; she smirked, swept her gaze on the woman from head

to toe, and in the end, her eyes stopped on the woman's hand.

The woman's hand looked clean, and she didn’t have any nails that

could hurt anyone sharply; most of all, she might trim her nails deeply;

even if she scratched someone, it couldn't leave a superficial, let alone

any deep wounds.

Suddenly, her gaze turned into a mocking stare; she looked at the

maid; she didn’t want to expose the girl because she needed this maid.

“Why did you do that? My son is so handsome and so cute. Anyone

who looked at him fell in love with him. After all, my husband's strong

genes and my beauty blended in with him, so what made you so

heinous that you hurt my son?”

Kate didn’t forget to show off; since these people wanted to make her a

fool with a substitute, she would use it in her way.

The way the maid shivered and looked like she was afraid she would

lose her life in the next second made the maid grateful to Kate, and the

maid would help her with her plan.

The maid raised and looked at the baby; she felt her heartache; she

wasn't a monster to hurt such a baby; Miss Allen was right. Just looking

at the boy would melt anyone's hurt; how cruel one has to be to hurt

such an angel. She never could.

“Miss Allen, I'm sorry. I, I, I was just angry; he didn't stop crying; I'm

sorry, please forgive this lowly person, please,” she said what Rebel

wanted her to say.

“Huh.” Kate snorted as if she had heard the biggest joke of the year.

Rebel looked at Kate's calm expression; he felt something in his

shaking; this was not a good sign; Kate was furious and thirty for the

person who hurt her son; what suddenly made her so calm?

“Mr. Rebel, is it fun? Suddenly Kate looked at the man who stood aside

as a silent viewer.

Rebel's back stiffened; he knew something was wrong with her

reaction; it seemed his master’s plan was not that great.

“What do you mean? Miss Allen,” he asked innocently.

“Making me a fool? Do you think I'll believe you? My son is a toddler,

not me, so don’t try to make a gratuitous story if you can't fulfill your

promise?

You should at least check if the person you're presenting in front of

someone for a crime looks like a real criminal or not? Also, it's Mrs.

Xiver for you.” She taunted at his foolish acts.

Rebel felt someone slap his master’s face sharply, seriously.

“Miss Allen, I don't understand what you mean?” He tried to deny the

truth even though he could tell Kate already knew something.

“Mrs. Xiver, Mr. Rebel, it's Mrs. Xiver.” she corrected him again, even

though she knew Rebel would not call her that. Rebel sealed his mouth

tight.

Because if he dared to call her Mrs. Xiver, Master would cut his tongue;

he hated this surname after her name; if possible, he would wipe this

name from the earth.

Kate coldly turned and picked Daniel up; she bought him in front of the

maid “carry him.” She ordered the maid.

The maid and Rebel were shocked, but seeing her determined gaze,

the maid picked Daniel; Daniel frowned, but only because his mother

had given him to another person; he raised his little hands toward Kate

and cried.

“Boohoo, boohoo,” he said something in his alien language; no one

didn't know what he wanted to say, but there was no significant

reaction.

Kate took him away from the maid and kissed his little face. “Mommy is

here, love.” She coaxed him; Daniel put his head on his mother’s

shoulder and calmed down.

“She scratched my son, but why doesn't she have any long nails, and

why did my son not cry when she touched him? You might don't know

my sons don't like people who have bad intentions, people like you,

They are extra sensitive, and someone hurt him so badly. Do you think

he was willing to let her touch him again yet didn’t cry? Mr. Rebel,

present a story that will at least convince people, but you failed.” Kate

mocked Rebel’s foolish brain.

Rebels face darkened a few degrees; he felt burning humiliation; he

couldn't even bring himself to say something; after all, they did want to

trick her, but who knew their plan would backfire on them?

Seeing Rebel was silent, Kate didn’t want to say anything anymore.

"Please leave; I don't want to see you. Just looking at you makes me

want to hurt someone.” Rebel nodded.

He looked at the maid in anger; he wanted to drag the maid and throw

her in the cage of crocodiles.

“Let's go.” he said, but Kate beat him on it. "She will stay.”

Rebel looked at Kate in confusion; she hated it when any maids came

to attend her. She thought they were their spies, but now she wanted to

keep this maid with her.

“At least she looks guilty, unlike some who only know how to hurt

people, like cowards." This time, Kate looked straight at Rebel.

Rebel fisted his hands; he wanted to tell her he was no coward nor his

master, but seeing her determined expression, he slowed down and left

the room; but before he left, he heard Kate say,

“Mr. Rebel, don't forget your promise; until you give me the person, I'll

not stop making trouble, and also one warning for you, tell the person

behind you since he wants to hide, tell him to hide down to the grave,

Because the moment my man comes, he will not have a place to hide

in this world.” Kate looked fierce. Others would think she was baffling,

but only Rebel knew she was not.