Chapter 366. The Cruel Game

Grace shuddered, and her teary eyes turned toward the man holding the gun to her head.

“Daddy, are you going to kill me?”

“No, Dad just wants to play the game with you.”

Casare reached out his hand toward her. “Grace, come on. Let’s continue the shooting game.”

Shaking her head, Grace wrapped her arms around Amon’s neck. Clinging onto him, she was unwilling to shoot again.

Seeing this, the smile in Casare’s eyes faded.

“Grace, you’re being a bad girl. All misbehaving pups would be punished, okay?”

Grace turned pale with fright at the thought that her father would lock her up in a small, dark room every time she disobeyed him.

Sensing she was shivering, Amon felt as if his heart was stabbed.

The tumultuous surge of emotions – resentment, sympathy, grief, and remorse – suffocated him.

After hugging Grace tightly, he let her go and reached out his veiny hand to snat ch the gun from her head.

He wanted to take it and shoo