Chapter 10
Tittany hadn’t noticed earlier in her hurry, but now, she could see that Keira was actually pretty good–looking. Still, she was nowhere near as stunning as Janelle.
ht there! I’m not sick! Take one more
When Keira stepped toward her, Tiffany instantly backed up two steps, her expression tight with distrust. “Stay right step, and I swear you’ll regret it!”
Keira felt a flicker of disdain when Tiffany clenched her fists, trying to act tough,
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so, she kept her tone gentle. “Murph, what’s going on with you? You know who I am, right? I’m Ms. Baker.
- r. I’m not some kind of bad guy…” “You’re the bad guy!” Tiffany pointed at her, her face stern. “You can’t even get my name right. I’m not falling for your tricks. You’re all liars! Get out!” Sure, she always ranked dead last in preschool, but she wasn’t that easy to fool
Keira studied Tiffany’s guarded expression and slowly furrowed her brows. “Murph, you’re Murphy, the Fetcher heir. You… Don’t tell me you’ve lost your memory?”
The Fletcher heir?
It hit Tiffany all at once that these people had her mixed up with someone else!
The butler had called her “Murphy“. That big meanie thought she was his son. It was all because they believed she was the Fletcher heir!
Tiffany couldn’t believe how clueless these people were. She was obviously a sweet little girl. How much could she look like that Murphy guy for them to. mix them up?
with memory loss! I told you
The more she thought about it, the more frustrated she felt. She put her hands on her hips and snapped, “You’re the one wi I’m not Murph! You’ve got the wrong person!”
Keira was confused by Tiffany’s words
Wrong person?
She might have believed it if not for Tillany’s face. There was n no way she’d find another child who looked exactly like Murphy.
Setting her case down, she rummaged inside and pulled out a syringe. Then, she stepped forward. “Murphy, you’re delirious from the illness. A quick shor will fix you right up.”
Tiffany had always been terrified of injections. The moment she saw the syringe, her face turned pale, and she stumbled backward in panic.
“No shot! I’m not sick! Y–You guys are child traffickers! You’re trying to drug me and sell me off… Back off, you old witch! Stay away from me!”
The insult made Keira’s composure falter, her expression darkening
She was the third daughter of the prestigious Baker family, a woman everyone admired. The Bakers were part of the elite, second only to the Fletchers in influence.
And yet, this miserable little brat had the nerve to call her an old witch?
Keira took a deep breath, keeping her smile in place. For Benedict, she’d endure even this.
She was almost on Tiffany now. With no way out, Tiffany acted on pure instinct. She grabbed the mug from the nightstand and hurled it at Keira as hard as she could.
The mug struck true. Keira cried out in pain as blood gushed from her nose.
“You little bret..”
She clutched her throbbing nose, gritted her teeth, and ran out in tears.
Benedict sat at his desk in the study, staring blankdy at the papers in his hands. The pages were packed with dense text, but even after ten minutes, he hadn’t turned a single one
His mind kept drifting to Keira, who was upstairs in Murphy’s room, tending to him. How was the treatment going?
Murphy had been unusually talkative all day, and that alone put Benedict on edge.
Just as his concern grew, the door opened. Keiza walked in, holding her nose as blood dripped from it. “Mr. Fletcher..”
Benedict looked up, his expression tightening. “What happened?”
Keira grabbed two tissues from the desk to stem the bleeding, then wiped away her tears. “Mr. Fletcher, I tried to give Murph his shot, but he lost it and threw a mug at me. I-”
Before Keira could finish speaking, Benedict cut her off, “How’s Murph?”
She fell silent at his question. Was the child the only thing he cared about? She was injured, and he hadn’t even bothered to ask if she was olday.
Swallowing her frustration, she dropped her gaze and forced a look of sadness. “Mr. Fletcher, Murph is having another episode, worse than my he’s rum had. He didn’t even recognize me. T–There’s nothing I can do.”
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Benedict’s expression med icy. A vein pulsed near his temple, and his grip on the pen tightened until it nearly snapped.
There was nothing she could do? Was Murphy’s condition actually that serious?
Alter dealing with her nosebleed, Keira sighed on purpose. “Mr. Fletcher, it’s a hereditary condition in the Fletcher family. Murph started showing symptoms earlier than you did, and that might be connected to her mother.
“He’s still so young, Think about it–even you couldn’t handle the pain when you had your first episode six years ago. How’s a child that young supposed
to endure?
Benedict’s expression hardened
Six years ago, his condition had gotten so bad that it left him almost delirious. Even now, the memory sent a chill through him. He wouldn’t have gotten innlved with that weman if it weren’t for that episode.
The weight of his thoughts darkened his expression, and his voice took on a quiet intensity. “I’ve heard enough. If that’s all, you may go. Ethan, escort
Keira stittened, surprised by his sudden dismissal “Mr. Fletcher-”
Hace tighed, but she held back her frustration, know.. anything comes up about Murphy.”
Benedict gave a faint hum in acknowledgment, his eyes drifting shut
than to argue “Alright. I’ll be on my way, Mr. Fletcher. Don’t hesitate to reach out if
He had to End Taylor, and he had to do it fast, Murphy’s illness wouldn’t wait.
