"If you knew your own place, you would have left the Yardley family by now. The Shell family members are just nobodies. How shameless are you to come into the Yardley family?" Seeing that Kimberly had

remained quiet, the maid thought that Kimberly was afraid of her, so she became even bolder.

Kimberly looked at her soaking wet clothes. Milk was still dripping down her clothes. There were pieces of scrambled eggs, milk, and shattered glasses all over the floor.

She looked disheveled and pathetic.

"What are you doing?"

A confused voice rang across the room.

Hearing the voice, the maid suddenly changed her arrogant expression and took a step back.

Benedict was carrying a briefcase in his hand and he walked over with a puzzled look. When he saw Kimberly sitting there with her head lowered and clothes all dirty, his face changed a little. "Kimberly?"

The maid looked a little flustered and did not dare to speak.

Why was the First Young Master up so early today? He would usually come down at seven.

"What should I do? I've been caught red-handed by the First Young Master...." the maid thought to herself. "First Young Master, the Second Young Madam didn't hold the glass properly, so she accidentally spilled the milk all over her body." The maid was afraid that Benedict would blame her, so she explained quickly.

However, Benedict did not look at her at all. He quickly put down the things in his hand and walked towards Kimberly.

Kimberly sat where she was and did not move at all.

"Get up."

He reached out and pulled Kimberly up. Kimberly bit her lower lip and pushed his hand away, "I'm fine."

Benedict noticed that her blouse was drenched. It was likely the reason she refused to stand up. Benedict frowned slightly and didn't think too much. He took off his coat and put it over Kimberly. "Get up and change your clothes."

The coat was still warm. Kimberly paused for a moment before she slowly raised her head.

Benedict's eyes were gentle, but there was a hint of distress in his gaze.

That look... Kimberly was stunned for a moment, before she stood up slowly with his support.

"Thank you."

fine. You should get

accident. It has nothing to do with me!" The maid was still trying to cover up what she had

last time you bullied her. I can't believe it you're

Young Master, it's

she poured the milk all over her own

The maid nodded.

at her with a disappointed look. "You really are hopeless. Pack up your things and

The maid quickly came forward and grabbed Benedict's hand. "Well, even if I really did it, so what? The Second Young Master

little did she expect that the maid would admit

in the Yardley family, hence she had always swallowed her anger whenever

her life in this place in

to decide whether she stays in the Yardley family or not!1' Benedict's eyes became colder. "You're just a servant. Since when have you had the right to meddle in our family's business? Do you think that you

gentle. It was the first time she saw him with such a scary look. The maid was terrified as she looked at him blankly. "First,

Benedict suddenly reached out his hand to rub his temples and

Kimberly indignantly before

sorry. I take responsibility for this.' After that, Benedict stopped talking and stared at her for a few seconds. Then he reached out to hold her shoulders and

could answer,

strength was no match for his. Benedict was way too gentle, and she had no reason to refuse his kindness. Flence she just

was wheeling himself towards them. Kimberly stopped and her eyes suddenly widened. She

was not because

her interacting with Benedict, he

felt inexplicable empty when she retracted her hand, but he quickly

"Maddox."

were cold. He stopped

clothes stained downstairs, so I asked her to go back to her room

attend to. I'm

Benedict was stunned. "Maddox?"

Kimberly. He turned the

courage to turn to Maddox and say, "Are you going downstairs? Let me push

was as if Kimberly was completely invincible to

ignored again... Kimberly clenched her fists and grabbed the

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