"Still haven't found the answer." Caden Lockwood sighed, "But over the years, he hasn't had any other children, so I guess he doesn't want me dead anymore!"
Evelyn Morgan looked at Caden Lockwood. His eyes were closed, and the corners of his lips curved in a very faint arc, which wasn't a smile. His voice sounded indifferent, but his complexion showed embarrassment.
She thought, he must be in great pain inside!
When he was still so young, his father actually wanted to kill him.
Having narrowly escaped with his life, he ended up with this persistent headache.
How ruthless must his father have been to lay his hands on a mere two or three-year-old child?
Tears fell unconsciously, dropping onto Caden Lockwood's face.
He opened his eyes to look at her, her delicate face marked by two clear streams of tears, her amber eyes washed clean, even more clear and bright.
His heart felt as if struck heavily, and he softly asked, "Are you... feeling sorry for me?"
