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.

her pace, wanting to

to hold herself back any

bent her head forward,

frightened. “Miss!

that smell?” Melanie asked, her

you have a keen sense of smell. The small house in the backyard

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

helpless and pained.

sucked out of her after vomiting for a while. She leaned against the wall next

the lead complained, “Some people are just born in a higher class than others.

completely unfair!”

her face as she said, “Miss, I’ll go pour you a cup of

better after taking a sip. Please wait here for

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“Thank you.”

around and walked back to the main building to get a glass of water.

the cries of the child became

been married and had no kids of his own. Given someone of his temperament, why would there be a

up in plastic

the smell was so strong and

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

thin and frail body made his head look big, and he was lying on the bed

looked weak and sickly.

looked up at the door. He saw Melanie through

on the edge of his bed feeding him water walked over hurriedly. She

shocked to

“You are?”

him crying, so I came over to take. a look. Apologies for interrupting,” Melanie said, trying