"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."

should get changed

with me!" The maid was

it with my own eyes the last time you bullied her. I can't believe it you're doing it again. Haven't I told you before that if you don't like

Young Master,

that she poured the

The maid nodded.

are hopeless. Pack up your things

Master, please don't fire me!" The maid quickly came forward and grabbed Benedict's hand. "Well, even if I really did it, so what? The Second

the blame on the maid, but little did she expect that

Yardley family, hence she had

her life in

colder. "You're just a servant. Since when have you had the right

saw him with such a scary look. The maid was terrified as she looked at him

suddenly reached out his hand to rub his temples and said with a complicated look

Kimberly

she left, Benedict turned to look at Kimberly and said, "I'm sorry that you've suffered so much in our house. I've never seen them bullying other people before... I'm really sorry. I take responsibility for this.' After that, Benedict stopped talking and stared at her for a few seconds. Then he

answer, Benedict dragged her

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

of the stairs, they bumped into Maddox Yardley, who was wheeling himself towards them. Kimberly

it was not

saw her interacting with Benedict, he might think that

felt inexplicable empty when she

"Maddox."

cold. He stopped and

go back to her room and change her clothes. Since you're here,

to attend to. I'm

Benedict was stunned. "Maddox?"

Kimberly. He turned the

heartbeat suddenly quickened. She bit her lower lip and took the courage to turn to Maddox and say, "Are you going downstairs? Let me push you." However, Maddox acted like he didn't hear

invincible to him. He left

again... Kimberly clenched her fists and grabbed the hem of her shirt. Her fingertips

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