Miranda was saying something to Benjamin.
Benjamin’s expression remained cold and indifferent.
In Amanda’s eyes, he was as cold as the stone statues by the gate.
When Miranda saw Amanda come downstairs, her cheerful expression instantly froze.
Amanda was wearing a white loungewear set, like the bright moon in the sky—elegant and aloof.
Wait a minute—wasn’t she supposed to have been thrown out already? Why was she still here?
What on earth was going on?
That morning, she suddenly lost contact with Kevin, which made her anxious, so she came over to take a look—while also enjoying a little drama.
She forced herself to look away and turned to Mark with a look of concern. “Mark, are you feeling any better?”
Mark wore the same cold expression as his father. “If I were dead, wouldn’t tha
