Chapter 126

Alston's hand, touching the pocket of his suit trousers, moved his fingertips and his eyes went horribly dark. He looked over towards Gladys, who was cowering in Cecilia's arms, crying for air, and his heart fluttered. It was true that Gladys was still young, and that she had eaten too much ice-cream and was still sick enough to be pitifully frightened when something like this happened again. Alston hadn't expected Gladys to wake up in the middle of the night and, coincidentally, run into him cutting her hair. He took a deep breath. However, before leaving the ward, neither Cecilia nor Gladys woke up when he made such a big move. He had moved so lightly that he had startled them both, mother and daughter, instead. Alston's face is gloomy, looking askance at Cecilia's gaze, icy and cold, his thin lips lifted up, his mouth sneering. "How do I know, you're bold as hell, but the daughter you raised is as timid as a mouse?" "What, with my father backing you up, what kind of crime, you are p