When Henry opened his eyes again, he was on the ground. When he got up and looked around, he couldn't be wrong because it was the place he walked past every day. It was his own mansion. That man had brought him to the Bryxton mansion.
"Brother!"
As soon as he woke up, a little boy ran to him crying. It was the little brother Henry had been cherishing all this time.
He sighed in relief seeing him doing okay. He will do his best to protect this little guy in the future.
"Alex!"
But just when the boy was about to hug Henry, he was pulled away by that man. He caught the crying little guy and giggled evilly.
"Henry, he looks really cute. Isn't he? But when I see fragile things like this, I really want to snap their necks."
His hand slowly moved to Alex's neck while Henry slowly felt it was more serious than he thought.
"Don't touch him. If you have any grudge against me, take it out on me. Leave my brother alone. He has done nothing wrong."
