I Became His Sweetheart by Bright Eyes

Chapter 380 Ten–year–old Boy

Leo was injured because of her, and it was only right of her to go and see him.

What’s more, the butler had made himself so clear that Melanie had no choice but to smile and say with a

nod. “Where is his room? I’ll go check on him.”

“I’ll have someone bring you there. I won’t be going. Mr. Joseph York just returned from his room, and I have to be by his side.”

The butler called some servants and instructed them to lead Melanie to Leo’s room. He didn’t stay in the

same building as Joseph.

The servants asked for Melanie’s permission, “Miss Melanie, it’s getting late. Shall we bring you through the

shortcut?”

“Sure.”

Melanie was of the opinion that the less she walked, the better.

After a distance, as they were passing through the backyard between two blocks, a sharp, pungent smell

made Melanie cover her mouth and nose with her hands.

She suppressed the discomfort in her stomach. “This place is…”

“This is where Mr. Harlow stays. He stays here whenever he comes back,” one of the servants explained.

Melanie nodded. She wasn’t interested in where Harlow stayed, but the smell was too strong and pungent.

quickened her pace, wanting to leave this place

to hold herself back any longer,

head forward, and

frightened. “Miss! Are you

smell?” Melanie asked, her brows

before saying, “I forgot that you have a keen sense of smell. The small

then, a child’s hoarse cries sounded from the house in the backyard. The servant shook her head as

helpless

sucked out of her after vomiting for a while. She leaned against the wall next to her, trying to find her balance.

people are just born in

completely unfair!”

Melanie with a polite look on her face as she said, “Miss, I’ll go pour you a cup of

sip. Please wait here for a while.”

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“Thank you.”

and walked back to the main building

the cries of the child became

and had been through many women in his lifetime, he had never been married and had no kids of

and inched forward. She saw many bags of rubbish wrapped up in

was so strong and

of rubbish to the door, and saw a boy of around ten years old through the

made his head look big,

cat; he looked weak and sickly.

crying, and he suddenly looked up at the door. He saw Melanie through the crack on the door.

who was sitting on the edge of his bed

to see Melanie there.

“You are?”

at tonight’s dinner banquet. I walked past this place and heard him crying, so I came over to