Reincarnation: I Married My Ex's Brother

Xiao Meng sat on the ground dejectedly and said, "If the plot is serious, they will be sentenced according to adult crimes. Some will go to jail for decades."

"Oh."

He nodded faintly and left, leaving Xiao Meng sitting there anxiously.

On this day, Robert was resting. Herbert finally asked him a question he had been curious about for a long time. "Daddy, why did you kill them?"

Robert gently corrected his grammar. "That's not killing. That's research. Their deaths are worth something. They're contributing to psychiatry."

Herbert objected to Robert's words, but he did not say them.

He asked, "Are their brains different?"

Robert replied, "They're all smart."

Robert thought of something and suddenly smiled. Then he said something that made Herbert's back sweat. He said, "That little girl called Clarice is the smartest girl I've ever seen." He looked next door and said, "I'm very interested in her."

Herbert subconsciously looked in the direction of his gaze. There was only a wall there, and it blocked his vision. But Herbert's back turned cold because that was Clarice's house!

"Daddy, Clarice is just a child…"

"Shh!" Robert raised his fingers to his mouth and made a quiet packing. Herbert had to shut up. Robert said in a righteous tone, "With me, everyone is treated equally."

Herbert held his breath. Clarice's pretty face flashed across his mind and he could not help but clench his fists.

Robert was a lawless person who did what he said.

Since he was interested in Clarice, he would definitely wait for an opportunity to act. Herbert felt extremely uneasy. He wanted to tell Clarice about this, but when he thought of his mother, he could only hold back. One day, Clarice was taking a walk on the path after dinner when she suddenly felt a gaze on her.

Clarice looked in the direction of the gaze and unsurprisingly saw Herbert.

She smiled and was about to walk over to Herbert when he turned and ran as if he had seen a flood.

Clarice's smile froze.

What was going on?

Did he think she was a demon?

Herbert ran home and locked the door. He leaned against the door, feeling terrible.

How could Robert hurt such a young and cute child!

For the next few days, Clarice did not see Herbert again.

On this day, Herbert returned from Ian's house and saw Clarice standing on the path, clearly waiting for him to go home. Herbert stood and looked up at her, hesitating whether to go forward or turn around and escape. Clarice suddenly stretched out a hand with a few photos in it.

She said to Herbert, "This is your photo. I got someone to print it."

Herbert walked slowly to her and took the photos.

He looked down. There were two photos of himself and a photo of the three of them. Herbert stared at Clarice's smile in the photo. His fingers were burning as if they had been roasted. His hand trembled and the photo fell from his hand to the ground.

Clarice blamed him. "What are you thinking about? The photo has fallen to the ground."

Herbert said nothing. Clarice pressed the photo into his hand.

Herbert pinched the photo and was about to say something to Clarice when he suddenly heard a man shout in the distance, "Herbert, it's time for dinner." Herbert stiffened. He turned his head stiffly and looked at the man in the distance.

A man in a blue shirt stood there, elegant and handsome. He looked like a painting.

However, this painting was drawn in blood.

Herbert suddenly turned around and said to Clarice, "I should go back to eat." He left.

He had just reached Robert when Robert grabbed his finger.

Robert held his hand and walked home. To outsiders, this scene looked like a deep father and son relationship.

In fact, it was Robert who was asking Herbert.

"What did our sweetheart give you?" Robert's lips curled when he said the word sweetheart.

Herbert was furious. He said, "A few photos."

"Do you mind if Daddy takes a look?" Although he was asking for Herbert's opinion, he was already reaching out to him.

Herbert watched as Robert snatched the photo.

Robert looked at the front and back of the photo. Seeing that there was nothing suspicious about the photo, he smiled. "What a cute little girl who knows how to take pictures."

Robert felt his heart turn cold.

…

Julia had a sudden fever in the middle of the night last night, and everyone in the villa was busy.

Clarice barely slept. She sat by Julia's bed and held her hand. "Julia, be strong," she told her. "When you grow up, I'll find the best doctor to operate on you. My dear Julia, you'll live to a ripe old age."

Julia listened quietly. There was a smile on her lips, but her eyes were filled with despair.

She suddenly said, "My dear sister, I have a wish."

"Tell me."

Julia said, "I hope that no one in our family will be like me again. It's unhealthy to be born like this. This is too unfair. They're only responsible for giving birth to us, but no one has ever thought about whether we want to be born into this world."

"Chris, how good would it be if the Lawson family could decline and we don't have to marry or have children with our family?"

A strange light flashed in Julia's eyes. She said, "I hope that my Clarice can fall in love freely in the future. She can marry the man she truly loves and have a healthy child. You two will get married because of love and have children because of love, not for the sake of the family's prosperity."

Julia sighed and mocked herself. "This dream is really beautiful."

Clarice listened to Julia. She thought of her brothers and sisters who had died a few days after they were born and felt pain in her heart. "Believe me, I will fulfill your wish. This rotten rule will change sooner or later!"

Julia was tired. "I want to sleep for a while."

Clarice thought of something and said to Julia, "Manager Aaron should be back in town already. I'll ask him to make you a seashell necklace. Sleep first. When you wake up, you'll see a beautiful necklace!"

"…Okay."

Clarice walked out of Julia's room and heard Hebe say, "Miss Lawson, the child next door is here."

Clarice had been on her way to get the seashells. Hearing this, she had to see Herbert first.

Herbert stood at the door of the villa, holding something.