I got married without you [Completed]

Chapter 147

Casare reached out his hand and scratched Grace's nose, "Smart girl."

Praised by her father, Grace raised her chubby chin and tried to ask for a reward from him.

"Daddy, since I'm a smart girl, can you spare Strange Uncle?"

Casare smiled and nodded, "Yes, but you need to play the game with Daddy first."

Grace cocked her head and asked innocently, "What game are we playing?"

Casare took Grace's small hand, put her finger on the trigger, and said with a smile, "You always practiced shooting with a target and never shot anyone before. How about you try shooting with him as a live target?"

Although Grace was young, she could understand what her father meant. She couldn't bear to do it and shook her head, "No, I don't want to kill Strange Uncle..."

The smile on Casare's face deepened instead, "Grace, if you take a shot, Daddy would spare Strange Uncle. If not, Daddy won't show him any mercy..."

Wallowing in regret, Aaron heard their conversation and looked up in disbelief.

"You taught her to shoot?"

Grace was not even six years old, yet Casare taught her how to shoot a target!

"You can't expect me to teach her to study, do you?"

Casare snorted coldly, then turned to look at Grace, "Do you like studying?"

Grace quickly shook her head, "I don't like studying, but I also don't like..."

She didn't say the word "killing", because she was afraid that she would upset her father.

"No wonder she refused to go to school no matter how George tried to coax her!" Aaron thought as he realized.

"Casare instilled the idea of not studying in Grace since she was a child!"

"I thought Casare loved Skender, so he would at least treat her child well!"

"And yet that's what he has taught Grace!"

"He is so sick that he even tried to lead a child astray!"

In disbelief, Aaron looked at Grace who was holding the gun.

"This is all my fault! I shouldn't have doubted Skender."

"If I hadn't doubted Skender, Grace would not have been raised like this by Casare."

Filled with regret, Aaron lowered his proud head toward Casare, his eyes red-rimmed.

"If you want to kill me, go ahead. Just don't make her do it. She's just a child."

Casare still maintained a kind smile in front of the child.

"Grace, see? I never want to kill him, and yet he asked me to do it..."

Grace glanced at Casare, then at Aaron, and finally lowered her head without saying a word.

Having witnessed countless situations like this with Casare, she knew full well that he wanted to kill Aaron.

It was just that she didn't expect her father would want her to do it.

"But why? Why does Daddy hate Strange Uncle so much?" She wondered.

Grace couldn't understand, and her chubby face fell in despair.

Seeing that she was unhappy, Casare took the gun from her hand, pulled out the magazine, and removed three bullets from it.