Soon, another servant was brought in.
It was an older woman. When she saw the male servant’s bruised and swollen face, and then looked at Benjamin’s cold and expressionless face, her whole body trembled.
She kept her head down, not daring to look at him, her chubby fingers twisting nervously.
Benjamin sat lazily in his wheelchair, noble and proud, his broad and elegant hand gently stroking his son’s back.
“Speak. Why did you lie?” Benjamin’s sharp gaze bore into her.
“I-I didn’t lie,” the aunt stammered, her voice cracking with panic, her eyes darting around, completely flustered.
“Hmph! He already confessed. Are you still going to hold out?” His icy voice was full of fury.
The woman’s face turned ashen.
They had agreed beforehand to keep their stories straight—no one was to confes
