My Lord, My Billionaire Master

- Intensive care from Holy

Holy was wiping her sweat again.

"I'm important to you."

Holy's voice came from above her head.

If it wasn't important, William wouldn't let him escape and get injured. If it wasn't important, Alice wouldn't let him escape without caring about the baby.

In the eyes of his father and mother, it was fine if they sacrificed themselves for him.

Could he already be so important?

Alice opened her eyes in shock, and looked at Holy in a daze. Holy sat beside her, and looked down at her, his eyes filled with unease. Her small hands continued to wipe away her sweat, and she said word by word, "If you all want to get better, you all are very important to me."

It's important to me.

He swallowed the rest of the words back into his stomach. He didn't finish the sentence, but the meaning was clear.

Alice could not help but reveal a smile, "Holy, your mother doesn't seem to be in pain anymore."

Holy did not speak;he only helped her wipe his sweat over and over again.

"It's late; go to bed."

Alice knew that he had suffered too much today and needed to rest. "No."

Holy stubbornly said as he continued to wipe her sweat.

Alice did not have the extra strength to advise him, and silently enjoyed her son's care. Although it hurt so much, her heart was still warm.

Five days later.

Sunlight shone into the house from the window. The garden was still as beautiful as before. The fragrance of flowers assaulted her nostrils.

Alice laid on the bed with her white pajamas on, she crawled to the side but did not touch the warm embrace, which instantly woke her up.

Opening her eyes, Alice looked straight ahead, the bed was empty, but she had no idea where he went.

This man was so seriously injured, yet his foster father said that he would at least stay in bed for a month. How did he get up just like that?

"William? William?"

Alice shouted as she sat up on the bed. Waves of pain came from her back, making her frown.

Her injury was much lighter than William's, and was even in so much pain. Where did this man run off to, carrying such heavy injuries?

She also said that she didn't want to worry, but she saw that he didn't want to worry.

Alice lifted the blanket and got off the bed. Just as she was about to step into the slippers, the door was pushed open, and a small figure swept in like a tornado.

In the next second, she saw Holy squatting in front of her, two small hands holding onto her slippers as he put them on.

It was already the third day. Ever since her return from that night in the sea of flowers, Holy had become her little servant. She woke up extremely early in the morning and slept extremely late at night.

Alice looked at the time on her phone and could not help but ask, "Why are you up so early again? Didn't I tell you to sleep late?"

"Get up early and get well."

Holy blinked his eyes and said; he extended his hands out to her, making a gesture to support her.

He didn't have the strength to help her yet.

Alice did not suppress his hand either, and stared at him while ridiculing him: "Did you sleep well that night?"

Her voice was not as hoarse as before, but it could not hide the exhaustion in her voice.

Holy shut his mouth and did not speak.

Alice endured the faint pain on his body as she stood up. After supporting her up for a while, he realized that he was unable to support her, so he slipped away and ran into the bathroom.

All right.

He went to get her some toothpaste with a towel.

Her injuries were not serious, and she only had to endure some pain. However, Holy seemed to already be treating her as if she couldn't take care of herself; why was her state exactly the same as when he first heard that she was pregnant again?

He truly deserved to be called father and son.

Alice walked over helplessly and leaned on the bathroom door. As expected, she saw Holy carefully squeezed the toothpaste and passed it to her.

"Thank you."

After saying it so many times that Holy was still stubborn, Alice could only give up. She took the toothbrush and brushed her teeth, and when her body was slightly lowered, it caused her to be covered in bruises.

"I'm going to look for Grandpa Daniel!"

Holy almost jumped up.

"I'm fine." Alice immediately called out to him, "It's just a little bit of pain.I twisted

it."

Holy stood there and stared at her without moving, as if he was trying to find out if her words were real.

She had even lied to William so that he would tell him that her injuries were especially light and that her bruises were completely fine.

"I'm really fine. I was able to get out of bed and walk yesterday." Alice said, "It'snoveldrama

still too early, go back and sleep for a while."

She really didn't understand how such a young child could wake up so early in the morning.

Holy did not call out for Daniel anymore, and neither did he hear her going to sleep. He just stood there just like that, staring at Alice with her black eyes, watching her brushing her teeth and washing his face, afraid that he would miss a

scene.

Alice laughed helplessly. Seeing his nervous and uneasy look, she suddenly thought that his girlfriend in the future must have suffered a lot.

Alright, this was also inherited from William.

"Where's William?"

Thinking about William, Alice asked.

"He's raiding the house." Holy said.

"Scratch the house?"

Alice was startled, and put down the towel in her hand.

"Grandpa Daniel said so." Holy said.

II II

Under Holy's protection, Alice walked out of the room with a windbreaker over her pajamas. As soon as she walked out, she saw a lot of people standing outside, all

of them carrying all kinds of books and documents into the hall. There were elite people in suits who were recording the information.

What was going on?

Alice watched the scene in confusion as she instructed everyone, "Search everyone carefully; there is no way we can let go of anything from the Lang's family. Search for a secret location later."

"Yes, Steward Daniel."

Everyone answered in unison.

"Foster father." Alice called out to her, and Daniel immediately walked over to her and asked anxiously: "Are these people arguing? I made them whisper."

Damn it, to let the young master know that the Alice was awake, none of these people had anything good to eat.

"No, I just can't sleep." Alice looked at the people around him and asked puzzledly, "What's going on?"

It really was like what Holy said about plundering houses. "Young Master has always thought that for Lang to be able to escape from Lancaster family with his economic status; he must have grasped something that made it so that Lancaster would not dare to touch him. However, we've been interrogating Lang for several days and he still hasn't spoken." Daniel said, "Young Master, you must be tired of it,;let us attack the Lang's family."

So that's how it was.

It really was William's style of doing things, but with his injuries being so severe, how could he not rest?

Alice frowned, "Where is he? I'll go find him."

Holy stood there and tightly held Alice's hand. He raised his head and stared at

her with his black eyes, as if he would hurt her if he turned his gaze away.

"In the study at Lang

Daniel pointed in a direction as he stood by the window. Under the sunlight, his head of silver hair was snow-white.

"Alright." Just as Alice was about to walk over, a clear voice called out, "Auntie, Holy!"

Alice turned around and saw Catherine standing at the door with a doll in her arms, smiling at them. Her eyes became brighter than before.

On that night, although Catherine could not remember how long ten minutes had passed, she still completed the mission that Alice had given her. These days, she had been taken care of and played around with Holy.

Perhaps it was because of the absence of Lang that no one would suddenly drag her into the room and rage at her for killing her mother.

She did not understand the affairs of the world, and did not understand why her family moved all their books. However, she liked Alice and her family living here.

"Catherine."

Seeing Catherine, Alice happily waved at her. Catherine immediately ran over to her and pinched her face, "Did you sleep well?"

"Sure." Catherine nodded her head vigorously, "It's just that, when will my father return from business?"

Everyone told her that her father was away on a business trip. She was glad that her father wasn't here, but she still missed him occasionally.

Hearing this, Alice's eyes blurred. Before she could answer, Catherine looked at Holy, who was at the side, and blushed. She asked shyly, "Auntie, Holly has been taking care of you;can I play with him?"

In front of Alice and her family, Catherine always remembered that she could not say anything back.

She was doing herself a great deal of good, and she didn't even realize it.

Alice lowered her head and looked at Holy, silently asking her what she meant. Holy stood there with an indifferent expression. He looked at her, then looked at the direction of the study room and politely said to Catherine, "I'll bring Mom to the study room to play with you."

He did not like playing with his peers, but he knew that Catherine had helped him

a lot when he was able to escape this time.

"En!"

Catherine vigorously nodded her head, looking at Holy's beautiful face; she revealed a big smile.

It was as if she was dreaming that she had become friends with such a beautiful younger brother.

Alice couldn't help but want to laugh when she heard Holy's tone. This child truly treated her as if she could not take care of herself in her own life.

Instead of refusing Holy's good intentions, Alice let him accompany her to the entrance of the study, and she said with a smile, "Go and play." "Alright." Holy nodded and turned around to leave. After taking two steps, he turned his head back and said, "You have to be careful."

"Got it."

Alice laughed until her back hurt.

Why did it seem like even Holy had become attached to her?

Holy then turned and walked over to Catherine, who was sitting in front of the

desk, holding onto a book; he quickly flipped through the pages and threw it to the

side.

He was dressed in loose clothes, black, making him extremely skinny. His face

had distinct facial features, a deep outline. His eyes were deep, and the thin lips revealed a hint of sexiness.