Chapter 21
Amanda stood where she was, lost in thought. Delphine wanted to see her at eleven o’clock at night, no less!
What kind of matter required a meeting at that hour?
She analyzed the current situation: Delphine had been sent to the back courtyard, and the old master had taken the opportunity of the Mark incident to give her a warning.
Everyone living in this grand villa had their own hidden agendas. The old master stayed behind the scenes, watching like an audience at a play. Who was good and who was bad–he saw it all with piercing clarity.
Benjamin lay unconscious. There was no way the old master would let someone like Barry–gloomy, power–hungry–take over the management of Benjamin’s company.
Although all belonged under the Schmidt Group, Benjamin’s corporation operated independently, separate from the family’s assets.
And Barry had long been eyeing it greedily. He was a man known for his patience.
Amanda’s sudden appearance had disrupted his plans–naturally, he wouldn’t let her off easily.
that Benjamin was comatose, the only person she could rely on was herself.
Once she sorted through her thoughts, Amanda went to the kitchen to prepare lunch for her son. After they ate together,
Taking advantage of a quiet moment, she gave Benjamin his medicine and performed acupuncture.
Then she sat with her son, talking to him. Even if he didn’t respond with a single word, she’d still tell him stories.
Every now and then, she’d catch the faintest trace of a smile flash across his face–and that was enough to reassure her.
After dinner, Amanda washed some grapes and carried them upstairs for her son.
But just as she reached the stairs, her phone rang.
Sering who it was, a gentle smile spread across her face. She turned and headed back down to take the call.
“Debbie,” she greeted, her voice soft and bright, completely different from the cold, aloof version of herself.
“Amanda, how have you been?” Debbie’s voice was forever tender and calm, like spring water. His laugh, in particular, was impossibly
sweet
Yes, a man’s smile could unexpectedly flood your heart with a comforting warmth.
“Debbie, everything’s going well on my end. What about you?” Her voice softened without her even realizing it.
“I’m doing well. The formula you developed has shown excellent results in clinical trials. We’re planning to present. Nectar of Fragrance
at next quarter’s medical exchange conference–let it dazzle the field and crush Nectar of Fragrances
Debbie’s warm, jade–like voice carried nothing but confidence. He was scholarly, talented, wealthy, and handsome. A man who always followed through on his words.
“Debbie, I feel at ease knowing you’re there”
“Amanda, just be careful. Il come back after the conference.”
“Alright. Don’t worry about me. Take care. Bye!”
Debbie’s voice was low and tender. “Bye.”
Amanda’s lips held a gentle smile, Bathed in sunlight, she looked as serene and sweet as a mountain spring.
Back then, her benefactor had been Debbie. He had saved both her and her son. His mother, too, was an exceptional surgeon. Her face, after countless surgeries and his mother’s miraculous ointments, had finally healed so well
Now that she had returned to seek vengeance, she had to tread carefully every step of the way–she would not let Debbie get dragged into her troubles.
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She calmed herself before turning to head upstairs again. But after only a few steps, her phone rang once more,
It was Cindy
“Cindy.”
“Amanda. I’ve sent all the information you asked for to your email. But the Schmidt family has people turning the city upside down looking for you–swearing to dig you out from the ends of the earth.”
When Cindy softened her voice, it was melodic–like a cloud in the sky, soft and gentle.
“Thanks, Cindy. You’ve worked hard. But it’s still not time yet. We need to wait–once Benjamin wakes up, the rest of the treatment will be handled by another version of me.” Amanda smiled gratefully. After all, the one they were searching for wasn’t the current her.
“Tch. Stop pretending to be sentimental–it makes me uncomfortable. I’m hanging up. Gonna play with my boys.”
Amanda ended the call. The Schmidt family’s surveillance system was practically useless. She had to find out who had poisoned her sou -and fortunately, her people were already in place.
She picked up the plate of fruit and went upstairs. As she opened the door to the room, she looked up-
And froze.
There, sitting up on the bed, was the man she thought was still unconscious.
The grapes in her hand slipped and fell to the floor with a loud thud.
