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Benjamin had always led a life of luxury and privilege, it was the first time he had experienced the things that had happened today. Someone was trying to assassinate him, panic seized him in a moment and he didnât even know how to respond, so he froze and stood still.
The woman pounced on him and held him in her arms, then put her head on his shoulder and bit his neck hard.
âAh!â cried Benjamin. When the woman attacked him, she had nothing in her hand. It was the silver fingernails she had painted earlier that made him mistake them for something sharp.
She didnât have a weapon, but she couldnât reconcile herself to being abandoned. Even if she was going to die, she wanted Benjamin to die beside her.
âHelp!â
Benjamin was shaking her from his body in pain, but her hands were like the tentacles of the octopus that held him tightly and would not let go. Blood was pouring from her mouth and it was shocking.
Boyce pushed the woman away after looking at her for a while.
Benjamin covered his neck, âGo to hell, bitch!â.
He kicked the woman madly as he spoke.
No one took pity on her. Everyone was standing next to them and watching them. When Boyce felt that enough was enough, he asked someone to pull Benjamin away.
âFirst hold them captive. Now there is enough evidence and we will wait for the Justice Department to try them.â After saying this he left.
Boyce headed to the observation room and Matthew had just left the room, so Boyce trotted over to him, âIâll fix whatâs missing. You wonât be discharged anytime soon and youâll have to spend a few years inside.â
Matthew emitted a gentle âhmmâ.
When Benjamin was caught, he saw Matthew and Boyce and shouted, âYou said youâd let me go, didnât you, why are you going back on your words, you asshole! And Matthew, Iâm your uncle, are you going to be treacherous?â
Boyce said coldly, âTake him away quickly.â
Soon, Benjaminâs screams disappeared down the hallway.
Matthew showed no emotion on his face and looked cold. He gave a sidelong glance coolly and turned his eyes away from the address, âSettle the matter thoroughly and donât leave any evidence.â
It was so as not to cause any unnecessary trouble.
Boyce said, âSure.â
Matthew walked and left.
They drove to the villa. There was a car stopped in the driveway. He had seen this car before, as it was specially conditioned.
Matthew stopped the car and got out of it, while Charles got out of his car with Tomâs help. When Charles saw Matthew, he nodded graciously and said earnestly, âI just came from White City and heard, I should have come to the funeral.â
Matthew stood still and did not speak.
Charles had no choice: âAre you unhappy to see me?â. Matthew still didnât speak.
âThis is for your son, help me give it to him.â Charles handed him a box that was tightly wrapped, âDuring the period I stayed in White City, it seemed like a lot of time had passed, a lot of things seemed to have happened here.â
Matthew didnât take the gift from him, he said coldly, âHas Mr. White finished speaking?â
Charles smiled, âIs his hostility toward me still so strong?â
Matthew did not answer him, turned and walked back toward the villa.
The gift in Charlesâ hand was still paused in the air, but he did not awkwardly withdraw it, he looked at Matthewâs back and said, âIâve already had a wife, why are you so mean?â
Matthew stopped walking in a moment, turned and looked at Charles, âIâd like to ask you a question.â
âGo ahead.â Charles was surprised that the petty man had something to ask him.
âWhat would you do if someone lusted after your partner?â
Charles said without hesitation, âIâll torture the person who lusts after my para and then Iâll kick them.â
Matthew scoffed, âIâm having this thought right now.â Charles was speechless.
âYou are unkind.â Charles grimaced, he realized he had been tricked, âI came to your house, but you wonât let me in and you wonât serve me a drink either, youâre really stingy.â Matthew ignored him.
Charles laughed at himself, he was doing nothing but making himself uncomfortable, Matthew was always a mean man and had never changed.
However, if he were Charles, wouldnât he be generous too.
Everything in the world could be shared with others, except love.
He lifted his head and looked up to the second floor, his eyes were dark, then he said gently, âTom, come on.â
Tom thought he shouldnât have come here.
âActually Mrs. White is nice.â
Although Tiana was not very mature, she really liked Charles, her family was also very pleased with Charles and they were never stingy to offer him help.
Tom really couldnât understand Charles, he was so obsessed with a lady that he had married.
You know you canât get her, but still you donât want to give up, arenât you torturing yourself?
Charles looked at Tom, but in the end said nothing, for he was sure Tiana was nice.
Back at the Meyer Family home, Mrs. Meyer hadnât seen her daughter for quite some time now, so she was very happy when her daughter and son-in-law returned today.
She had prepared a lot of dishes for dinner, and then continued chatting with Tiana after dinner.
When the older generation talked, it was always about the children, plus Tiana was their only daughter, so she surely wanted to have a grandchild.
Tiana was shy and said she didnât want to be a mother yet.
It wasnât because she didnât want to, but because they had just gotten married and she hadnât done anything with Charles.
The lady pulled Tianaâs hand and said, âYouâre not young anymore, you should hurry up and get pregnant so your father and I donât have to worry.â
Tiana lowered her head and said nothing.
Madame saw the expression on her face and asked, âIs it that you had a fight with Charles?â.
Tiana immediately shook her head, âWe are fine, he treats me well too. Iâm tired and I want to go to sleep now.â
She didnât want to hear her motherâs scolding.
Pushing open the bedroom door, she saw Charles sitting by the window and reading a book in his hand, she approached him and asked, âWhat are you reading?â.
Charles closed the book, then she saw the name on the cover, it was âWhere the Wind Comes Fromâ. Tiana squatted down in front of him and asked, âIs it interesting?â.
âIt reassures me.â
Tiana rested her head on his thigh and said, âThen I want to read it too when Iâm free.â
She was always quiet and obedient when she stayed with him.
Charles reached out and ran his hand through her hair, took her hand and gently wrapped his arm around her waist, then pulled her up to sit on his thighs. He said gently, âI will treat you well.â
He spoke from the bottom of his heart, the only thing he could not give her was love.
Tiana stayed in his arms quietly and said, âI know.â
She knew he was treating her well, but she also knew that didnât imply love.
âHave you met with Dolores?â asked Tiana suddenly.
âNo.â Charles lowered his gaze to look at her, âHow do you know Iâd gone out because I wanted to meet her?â
Tiana smiled sweetly, âIâve stayed with you a long time, so I know what youâre thinking.â
Charles raised his eyebrows, âIs it that I canât be frank when I stay with you anymore?
Is she getting smarter?
Who said sheâs stupid?
âI know, but I wonât be angry, Iâll be by your side quietly,â Tiana whispered.
Charles turned his head and looked at the moon outside.
Meanwhile, in the other place, Jasmine glanced over at Dolores cradling Joshua and gently rocking him in the room. She felt sorry for her, Joshua was frightened now and always had irregular nights of sleep, sometimes crying suddenly.
Just now he had woken up suddenly with a start. When Dolores cradled him, he seemed to have smelled the familiar scent, so he had calmed down again.
Dolores looked at Jasmine, who was standing by the door, and said softly, âCome and sit here, donât just stand there.â
Jasmine lowered her head and apologized, âItâs my faultâ¦â.
âIt has nothing to do with you.â Dolores knew she couldnât blame Jasmine for this matter, it was someone else who had the bad intention.
âDonât think too much, youâre pregnant too, itâs not good for your health if you think too much.â Dolores comforted her.
âJos always cries, shall we take him to the hospital to see the doctor?â asked Jasmine.
âLetâs wait one more day first, weâll see.â She could feel Joshua lay quietly in her arms, only crying when he slept alone in bed.
Maybe when Joshua was taken away from her, he had gone to a strange place and no one had taken good care of him, so he was scared. Dolores thought he would slowly recover with her care.
Jasmine came over to her to look at Joshua, he was now drowsy and had half closed eyes, âJos will definitely look very handsome when he grows up.â Dolores glanced at Joshua, her eyes became kinder.
All the mothers thought their children were the cutest.
âIf only I could give birth to a daughter,â Jasmine said as she looked at Joshua.
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