Sir Ares, Goodnight

The young boy suddenly reached for Angeline's hands and said softly, "Don't worry, I'll help you seek revenge." His hands were neither big nor small, but his fingers were slender and strong.

Right away, Angelina remembered that Jens had the exact same hands.

At that very moment, Angelina could not help but think of Baby Robbie and associate the two of them together.

The young boy's mind wandered off for a moment as he thought of Angeline's man-a Doomsday admiral!

Doomsday!

Like a cursed nightmare, the word loomed over the young boy and constantly followed him around like a shadow.

Images of his daddy being forced to send him away three years ago flashed in his mind. He did not even get the chance to say goodbye to his mommy and was forced to embark on a lonely journey in a foreign land just like that. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Furthermore, there was also his daddy's death. His handsome and refined daddy was burned to death, dying miserably. He was unsure whether his mommy

could survive the heartache after having just lost the husband she loved dearly and losing her child.

a strong sense of hatred surged in the young boy's chest. He clenched his fists as his eyes turned bloodshot. Even his voice

"Your man deserved it."

the angrier she was, the

snorted and turned to

instantly filled with a cold, jeering look. "Just wait until I bring him to you all tied up. He can atone for

more and more ragged as she fumed. She was so furious at this child that

still had the slightest trace of energy left. At least she could teach this b*stard a

the door

ferocious look on his beautiful face was wiped away in an instant, replaced with his usual coy look.

Although the streets of Imperial Capital were mostly

County's streets were muddy and dirty, especially after being covered by layers of snow. The yellow mud had seeped onto the road's surface and stained the clean roads a dirty shade

it was because of the cold, so the small Peach Blossom Country seemed even more

the deserted street

chocolate cake that had three

paused before the window and