“Young Master, someone from the Lowe family is here.”
Just as the butler finished reporting, chaotic footsteps echoed from behind him.
Murray entered with several people, including Miranda, who had to be supported as she walked. Her eyes were lifeless, and her face looked haggard.
Benjamin's gaze swept over them, a chilling gleam flashing in his eyes.
Murray’s sharp eyes were filled with rage, his chest heaving.
“Benjamin, why did you poison my daughter?” he demanded furiously.
His daughter had attempted suicide twice in two days — how was a father supposed to endure that?
There was nothing in the world more terrifying than losing one's child.
What if Benjamin was high-ranking and powerful?
What he had done was still illegal.
Amanda coldly watched Miranda. The doctor who had admi
