1005.

He had secretly looked at the child's photo, that face which appeared as if it had been carved from the same mold as his.

Such a clever and adorable child, merely looking at the photo made him unable to control his urge to crush him, let alone if he were to meet him in person…

Adam Jones dared not think further, he hated the person who had interfered with his memory.

If…if it wasn't for his unreserved belief in Elly, forcing himself to control those eerie emotions, he couldn't dare to imagine what he might have already done to the child.

At the same time, he also discovered something else.

That is as long as he avoided anything related to this child, that impulse would not arise.

For instance, not talking about the child, not looking at the child, his impulse would not appear.

"Elly, I…"

He pursed his lips, at a loss for words, there was so much he couldn't say, or rather, he dared not say.