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Ben’s expression seemed off. Jamie paused subtly, her gaze shifting toward his phone. “What is it? Is it something about the old district?” “No,” Ben replied, setting the phone down quickly to keep her from seeing the screen. After that, he refused to discuss it further. Jamie resisted the urge to press him in front of Charlie, opting to hold her questions until later. Once Charlie had wandered off to play, she seized the moment. “You didn’t seem yourself earlier during dinner. If it’s work-related and there’s anything I can do to help, just let me know,” she offered. After all, she was his secretary now, and it was only natural for her to assist. Jamie brushed aside the faint unease tugging at her and convinced herself it was nothing. But Ben didn’t seem inclined to talk. Rubbing his temples, he stood up. “I’ve stayed long enough. I should head out.” When Jamie moved to see him off, he stopped her. Watching him leave, Jamie didn’t feel the relief she expecte

Ben didn’t back down. Instead, he lifted his gaze and said coldly, “Wasn’t it you? Or are you saying you did it but don’t even have the courage to admit it?” Seeing how enraged his father was, Ben’s face remained calm, though his heart was heavy. When he first uncovered the truth, he could hardly believe it. Though their father-son relationship had always been distant, Ben had assumed that, as family, his father wouldn’t stoop to such underhanded tactics. Yet this incident slapped him in the face with harsh reality. It told him he was wrong. “You—” His father was so furious he started coughing violently. Ben’s mother, caught between the two, looked panicked. She hurried to comfort her husband while trying to get Ben to stop. “Don’t say any more. Your father has high blood pressure. He’ll make himself ill.” Jamie noticed Ben’s fists clenching tightly. Without thinking, she reached out and placed her hand over his, a silent gesture of reassurance. The tension in Ben’

Jamie had a habit of waking up in the middle of the night. When she stepped into the dimly lit living room, the faint silhouette of someone startled her. She froze for a moment before realizing it was Ben. “Ben, why are you sitting here instead of sleeping?” Ben let out a low grunt, his voice so faint she thought she had imagined it. As Jamie approached, the sheen of sweat on his forehead and his unusually pale face came into view. “Are you feeling unwell?” she asked, her tone laced with concern. “Could you get me some antacid?” Ben replied, his voice carrying a subtle weakness that was uncharacteristic for him. It clicked. Ben had always struggled with stomach issues. His workaholic lifestyle often made it worse. Her worry spiked. She paced the living room, trying to recall where she might have stored some medicine. “Wait here. I think I have some in my room.” She hurried back, returning moments later with the medication and a cup of warm water. Ben took the me

Wilfred's gaze turned meaningful. "This friend of yours, he wouldn’t happen to be named Ben Lucas and work as a lawyer, would he?"Jamie averted her eyes, feeling caught. It was awkward to have him guess correctly, but thankfully, Wilfred didn’t press further. He simply gave her the advice she needed and added a warning. “Tell Ben to tone down his workaholic tendencies. If he keeps pushing like this, even the best doctors won’t be able to save him.” After parting ways with Wilfred, Jamie headed to the hospital room. The patient, Mrs. Lopez, was sixty-five years old. At her age, suffering from heart disease was highly dangerous. One wrong move could lead to a heart attack, which was why Lucas Corporation had gone to great lengths to ensure her care. They had arranged for the best room and covered her medical expenses. Given these efforts, Jamie couldn’t help but feel that the man causing such chaos earlier was unbelievably ungrateful. “I’m here to see Mrs. Lopez. Has

Jamie asked the assistant for the family’s information. The assistant looked surprised. “What do you need this for?” She casually made up an excuse. After getting the address, she quickly took a cab to the family’s home. They lived in an old building in the rundown part of town. Most of the buildings there were slated for demolition. The walls were peeling, and everything looked aged beyond repair. Even the doors were heavy iron ones. Jamie knocked on the door. A woman’s voice called out from inside, “Who is it?” Jamie waited patiently. Soon, a woman in an apron opened the door. The stranger’s face filled her with suspicion. Jamie held up a box of milk and some fruit she had bought on the way. She smiled warmly. “Community outreach program. Here to bring you some care packages.”That was enough to get the woman to open the door. Holding the gifts, the woman softened. Her face relaxed into a smile. “We haven’t had something like this in ages! Is everyone in the