Chapter 24
Amanda held Mark in her arms, still pondering where they were going to sleep tonight, when a knock came at the door.
“Come in,” Benjamin said in a deep voice as he attempted to move his legs.
But there was no strength in them at all. The powerlessness filled him with both irritation and frustration.
Amanda noticed his efforts and lowered her gaze slightly. His leg injury was severe–so severe that she could confidently say, aside from her, there were few in the world capable of healing it.
Two handsome men entered the room. Amanda recognized one of them: Brad, known for his preference for men. The other, she had
never seen before.
As they entered one of the men briefly glanced at Amanda.
Taking that as her cue, Amanda prepared to leave with her son in her arms. But just as she reached the door, Benjamin spoke up.
“Mark, where are you going?”
Amanda turned her head and met his cool, indifferent gaze. She slowly looked away.
“Hmph! Stupid Daddy, I don’t want to stay with you. What if your stupidity rubs off on me?” Mark replied with an exaggerated tone of disdain.
He wrapped his arms around Amanda’s neck, voice soft and tender. “I’m sleepy”
Amanda glanced at Benjamin, smiling faintly at the frustration and sadness in his eyes. Then, pridefully, she carried the boy our of the
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Benjamin stared coldly at their retreating backs, his brows slightly furrowed
Did his own son just call him stupid?
Howard, watching Amanda leave, chuckled. “So that’s your lucky–marriage wife? She’s gorgeous! Benjamin, you sure have it good.”
With his charming looks and flirtatious smile, Howard was a notorious playboy, always surrounded by women.
Benjamin lowered his eyes, staring at his immobile legs, lost in thought.
Then, hearing Howard’s words, he mentally replayed what had been said. Once he processed it, he turned to Howard with a confused look and a hoarse voice.
Wait whose wife did you say she is?”
“You, of course,” Howard replied casually. “That master said your birth charts are a perfect match, so your father arranged a wedding for you–with just the bride present. They even registered the marriage. According to Brad, she’s been taking great care of were unconscious.
Benjamin:
He was speechless. Just one coma nap, and he had a wife?
And his son liked her too?
But his thoughts quickly returned to his legs. Now that he was awake, he was a cripple.
you while you
Brad noticed his change in expression and explained, “Benjamin, your leg injury is serious. We’ve been trying to locate Samantha. Once we find her, your legs can be healed.”
Benjamin slowly lifted his eyes to look at him. Those naturally cold eyes gave nothing away, but beneath the surface, he was calculating.
“My legs can wait. First priority is finding Samantha to treat Mark’s eyes.”
He only had this one son–he couldn’t afford anything to happen to him.
“We’ve confirmed she’s in the country. We’re doing a full–scale search. We’ll have something soon,” Brad said confidently. He had
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already thrown a mountain of cash into drawing Samantha out.
When Benjamin turned to Howard, his expression darkened
“I sent the car in for inspection. Someone cut the brake lines–professionally.”
“Any leads on who did it?” Benjamin’s tone turned icy, cold enough to chill the skin. Even Howard, who had been his friend for years, felt a shiver run down his spine.
He lowered his voice. “Biggest suspect is Barry and your long–time rival, Debbie. But Lu was out of the country when the accident. happened he still is.”
“Hmph. Benjamin let out a cold snort. The murderous intent in his peach blossom eyes surged like a violent tide.
“If he really wanted to strike, he wouldn’t need to do it himself. Have someone arrest Barry tomorrow. No need to show mercy.”
Howard: “Got it!”
Meanwhile, Amanda had taken Mark to a guest room next door.
After helping him bathe, she gave him a pill before lying down with him in her arms. His little body smelled faintly sweet “Sweetheart, after jaking a few more doses, your eyes will be able to see again. But you have to promise me–once you can see, you’ll pretend you still can’t. I need time to find the person who hurt you”
She had been quietly setting traps in the kitchen these past few days, and results were coming soon.
During this time, Mark had been truly happy. Though he never said it aloud, he was already attached to Amanda. He nodded obediently.
Amanda’s thoughts turned to Miranda, her eyes flashing with cold light. She looked down at her son lying quietly, his lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling.
In a soft voice, she asked,
“Sweetheart… can you tell me why you stopped eating during those days?”
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