Chapter 1209 Mr. Fitzgerald said Alistair deserved to die


    Freya had no weapons in her hands, so she could only attack Can in an unstructured manner.


    Now, she no longer had the heart to think about the consequences of provoking Can, she only


    wanted to get justice for the grievances her Alistair had suffered.


    "Stahler, I''m sorry, I''m sorry, it''s all my fault, I''m sorry ......"


    Unexpectedly, Can did not get furious, he just hugged Freya tightly and kept apologizing to her.


    "Stahler, it''s my fault for not protecting Alistair, I owe you so much, I will spend my life to make up for it.


    Stahler, give me a chance to make it up to you, okay?!"


    Freya excitedly pushed Can away, "Yes, Can, you still have a lifetime, but my Alistair has already


    been buried in the belly of a fish, he doesn''t have a lifetime!"


    "Can, why, why can''t you see me so well? I had a happy family, I had a happy life, why did you do


    this to our family? Can, I hate you for the rest of my life!"


    Hearing Freya''s heartbreaking voice, Can''s heart hurt so much that he could hardly breathe.


    He didn''t want Freya to hate him, but there were tragedies that had already been forged, and even if he


    wanted to undo them, there was no way to do so.


    "Stahler, I''m sorry, I''m sorry ......"


    "Stahler, I will be good to you, in this life, I will only be good to you ......"


    "Can, I told you, I don''t care! I don''t care at all! I just want my Alistair! You give me back my Alistair!"


    Freya didn''t want to cry, she really didn''t want to cry.


    She had searched so hard for Alistair for so long, she had been holding back, she felt that as long as


    she didn''t cry, her Alistair could stille back, and when he grew up, he could still call her mother.


    But her emotions had broken downpletely and she couldn''t hold back.


    At the thought of his Alistair, she bit into her mouth by the sharp teeth, made Freya''s whole body


    tremble with uncontroble pain.


    Tears, too, fell heavily like beads, and every single drop of her tears smashed down into Can''s


    heart.


    "Stahler ......"


    Cen reached out, tried to wipe the tears at the corners of Freya''s eyes, but he didn''t dare to touch


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    her. She already hated him to the bone, and he was afraid that his touch would make her dislike him


    more and more.


    He could only back away slightly to give her some space, yet he could keep a close eye on her to


    prevent her from doing anything foolish.


    "Stahler, don''t worry, I won''t let Alistair get killed for nothing, I''ll definitely avenge him! No matter who


    killed Alistair, I will make him pay in blood!"


    Freya dropped her tears and suddenly smiled miserably, "Can, if you really want to avenge Alistair,


    then you can go to hell! No matter who threw Alistair into the sea, you are the one responsible for his


    death!"


    "If you hadn''t hurt Alistair over and over again, my Alistair would be growing up safe and happy!


    Can, you have harmed my Alistair, and you are my eternal enemy!"


    "Can, you better kill me right now! Otherwise, as long as I still have a breath, I will definitely find a


    way to kill you and avenge my Alistair!"


    "Stahler, don''t be like this, it really hurts my heart when you''re like this."


    Seeing this look of Freya, who was clearly extraordinarily fragile, but was still trying to hold herself


    together, Can''s heart ached to no end.


    In his life, he had been used to a cold-blooded heart, but unexpectedly, he could also turn a hundred


    refined steel into a soft finger for a woman.


    Looking at Freya''s miserable white face in front of him, with tears falling continuously, he hated that he


    could not give her his life.


    Unfortunately, she would be too dirty.


    He thought he had no weaknesses and was indestructible, but in the end, he still fell into the hands of a


    woman.


    "Stahler, don''t cry, the sea breeze is strong, you''ll get a headache if you cry so hard." Can grabbed


    Freya''s hand and spoke heartily.


    Freya wanted to shake Can''s hand away, but after tossing and turning for so long, and crying so


    hard that she was now, she really had no strength left.


    She could only stare at him with bloodshot eyes, "Can, you don''t have to pretend to be a good


    person in front of me! You will only make me feel sick when you do that!"


    "What is this?!"


    Dora''s voice suddenly rang out, Freya thought she had found a hint about Alistair, she subconsciously


    turned her face and looked in Dora''s direction.


    She subconsciously turned her face and looked in Dora''s direction, but saw that she was holding a


    small hat in her hand.


    It was Alistair''s hat, she had seen it before.


    The soft, thin baby hat was stained with blood, and that blood, long ago, had dried up.


    Freya didn''t even know how she had managed to take a step, she walked like a walking corpse, step


    by step, to Dora.


    She snatched the hat from her hand, and she carefully stroked the blood that had dried on it, tears


    rolling down her eyes without a sound.


    This blood was her Alistair''s blood.


    Long before he was buried in the fish''s belly, her Alistair had shed so much blood, he must have been


    severely tortured!


    Although her Alistair always had an expressionless face, as if, all the red earth had nothing to do with


    him, she knew that her Alistair was actually afraid of pain too.


    With so much blood, how much pain would her Alistair feel!


    The intense pain, once again in Freya''s heart, spread rapidly, such pain that her entire body could not


    restrain from arching into a shrimp.


    In the end, this boundless pain swallowed her consciousness, as well aspletely, she was in so


    much pain that she had already forgotten, whether she was alive, or already dead.


    "Stahler ......"


    "Can, don''t you touch me! I hate ......"


    Freya passed out.


    Can had wanted to take Freya back to the ancient castle, but it was a sad ce for her, and he was


    afraid that when she woke up, she would get too emotional and hurt herself again.


    Moreover, he did not dare to face her.


    After thinking about it, he finally brought her to the old mansion.


    As soon as he entered the living room, Can saw Kieran, who was sitting motionlessly in his


    wheelchair.


    The pale yellow sunlight sprinkled on him, and even though he was confined to a wheelchair, it still set


    him off in a dignified and elegant manner, towering above the rest.


    "Can, Kieran, that child is dead, right?" Kieran lifted his face, his eyes were heavy with indifference,


    as if, what he had just said was not a living human life, but just talking about a small flower and a small


    nt.


    "Layton, what do you mean by that?!" The temperature around Can''s body suddenly dropped by


    several degrees as he looked at him in a cold voice and spoke.


    "Nothing, I just think that child should have died a long time ago! We and Kieran are united enemies,


    yet you want to protect this child, isn''t that ridiculous?" Kieranzily raised his eyelids, and then


    instructed Jonathan, who was standing at the side, "Push me upstairs!"


    After Kieran went upstairs, Can still stood motionlessly in the same ce.


    His face was as ugly as ifyers of thick ink had been poured over it and condensed into the coldest


    ice.


    He had always tried to hide the fact that Alistair was Kieran''s child, but why would Layton know about


    this? If Layton knew, wouldn''t father also know?


    Can''s face became more and more gloomy, and before his tense body could soften slightly, his


    mobile phone rang.