Chapter 4 Let Me Try

“What did you just say?” Brad’s face turned ashen.

The two bodyguards behind him: “……”

This woman was something else. According to her, Mr. Spader was gay.

The worst part was, they couldn’t even laugh out loud about it. She was too wicked!

Amanda immediately backed down, putting on a sheepish smile.

“I didn’t say anything. I was just saying… you’re really handsome. I wasn’t complimenting you per se, just… reminding you that all my aunts and cousins adore men like you.”

Her voice grew quieter under Brad’s sharp gaze.

She had survived death once, but deep down, she was still a woman who adored pretty men.

Brad gave her a long, penetrating look.

Was that… her way of praising him?

Hmph. A woman like this, clearly full of sweet talk. Totally unreliable.

“Take good care of Benjamin. If anything happens to him… I’ll sell you to human traffickers.”

He issued the threat coldly.

The old man had clearly lost his mind. Did he really think something like this could wake Benjamin?

Amanda glared at him.

Sell her?

She should be the one selling him! With a face like his, she’d find him a flock of exotic girls he’d never even dreamed of, and still make a fortune.

After seeing Brad off, Amanda turned around and looked at Benjamin, lying unconscious on the bed.

Saving him wasn’t difficult.

The problem was she couldn’t let anyone know she had medical skills.

The moment people found out, Barry would start suspecting her true identity.

Still, she was surprised to learn that Benjamin had a son. She hadn’t seen him since she arrived.

Amanda went downstairs and saw the butler giving instructions to the staff.

Upon seeing her, the butler respectfully greeted,

“Madam!”

She looked at him and asked, “Butler, I heard the young master has a son. Why haven’t I seen him?”

The butler’s expression changed subtly.

He looked at Amanda, both worried and pained.

“Madam, the young master’s son… he’s blind. And he hasn’t eaten in three days.”

“Since the master’s accident, the little young master has been staying alone in the guest wing during the day and only comes over at night to sleep beside him.”

“These past few days, for some reason, he’s completely stopped eating. Everyone’s saying he’s refusing food because he wants to follow the master in death.”

Amanda felt her heart tighten.

What kind of child would have such thoughts?

The butler let out a sigh.

And it was true—they didn’t even know if the master would wake up.

The old man had tried everything. He was nearly ready to sacrifice his own life to trade for Benjamin’s.

“What’s the little master’s name?” Amanda couldn’t help but ask.

The butler replied, “Mark.”

That name… sounded remarkably similar to her own children’s!

Her three babies: Tod, Ted, and Terry.

Just then, a maid walked in with a tray of nutritional food.

“Butler, the little young master still won’t eat.”

Amanda turned to the butler.

“Why don’t you let me try?”

The butler’s eyes lit up.

“Of course, Madam!”

After telling her where the guest wing was, the butler watched as Amanda took the food tray and headed there, her steps heavy.

At a corner, she suddenly overheard a conversation.

“The poor little master… hasn’t eaten in three days.”

“Yeah. That day, after Miss Lowe spoke to him, who knows what she said—but after that, he stopped eating.”

“Keep your voice down! Don’t let anyone hear you. First they said the master’s accident was caused by sabotage, and now you’re bringing up Miss Lowe? There’s no proof of anything. Let’s go, don’t make me late for dinner.”

As the voices faded, a trace of doubt flickered in Amanda’s eyes, quickly replaced by cold suspicion.

Miss Lowe?

Who was she?

What did she say to the child?

There was definitely something fishy about Benjamin’s car accident.

Pushing the thoughts aside, Amanda reached the guest wing. She pushed open the door—and saw paintings lined up against the wall: landscapes, animals, all incredibly lifelike.

Did the child draw all these?

A soft smile appeared at the corner of her lips.

What a talented child.

After a brief look around, she spotted a thin, frail little boy sitting in a corner with his back to her.

He wore a white shirt and black pants—stylish and cool.

As soon as he heard someone come in, his head tilted slightly, then he roared in anger:

“Get out! I said I’m not eating!”

The moment Amanda saw his face, the tray of food in her hands dropped to the floor with a loud crash.