I didn't want Eugene to be dirty by the mess on the floor. So, I held the urn tightly back to the bedroom. Benedict was ignored, wrinkled his eyebrows and looked at the door. He was not waiting for the expected figure.
Benedict suddenly asked, “Did you leave Eugene with my mother again? You hurry to pick him up and apologize now. I won't care about his mistake of frightening his aunt, Rebecca.”
His patronizing tone made me feel nothing but amusement. I asked in my heart, ‘An illegitimate daughter who killed my mother and son and stole my identity is also worthy of being my son's aunt?’
I slowly raised my eyes and stared at him. I then took a breath for a while.
I then said clearly to him, “Eugene is dead, Benedict.”
Benedict was stunned for a moment after hearing my words. His eyes burned with anger.
He asked firmly, “Are you sick? In order to help the child to avoid responsibility, even dare to tell this kind of lie?”
Benedict immediately called the old mansion. He wanted to ask the servant to send Eugene back.
The maid at his old mansion said with a grief tone, “Mr. Benedict, the young master has been taken away by the young lady.”