However, a figure appeared behind her all of a sudden.
âMs. Wand, where are you going?â
âAhh?â
Sasha almost jumped out of her skin, instantly halting in her steps to look behind her as her heart raced
with lingering shock.
âOh, itâs you, Berta. I⦠Iâm going upstairs to see if Little Ianâs awake.â
âYouâre going up to see Ian? Ms. Wand, he isnât awake yet, so donât disturb him. Also, what did you bring
here? Why does it look like that?â
Berta, who seemed to have materialized out of thin air, didnât just prevent Sasha from seeing her son.
She even poked her nose into Sashaâs business, asking about the things the latter had placed on the
dining table.
Sasha explained, âThose are some pastries and medicinal soup I brought from home. I personally made
them for Little Ian.â
âMs. Wand, Iâve told you before that Ian canât eat outside food. Heâs sick, remember?â
Resentment was written on the housemaidâs face.
Sasha started to feel uneasy. Glancing at the food she brought, she reigned in her temper and insisted, âI
personally made them. There wonât be a problem.â
âWho knows? He did come down with diarrhea because of the brownies you made.â
Sashaâs brows drew together at that.
Little Ian fell sick because he ate the brownies I made him?
As the possibility surfaced in her mind, she remained motionless on the spot.
Of course, she didnât think that her food itself was the problem since she was confident in her own skills.
However, listening to what the housemaid said, she began to suspect that Ian was allergic to certain
ingredients.
It was a possibility that couldnât be ruled out completely.
Sashaâs face turned pale, thinking that she had caused Ianâs sickness.
âWhat are both of you doing?â
Right then, a tall figure descended the stairs, wearing a black tailored suit over a white shirt. The moment
he appeared, the noble and imposing aura he emanated caused Sasha to hold her breath
subconsciously.
I thought he should be at the company by now.
âMr. Hayes, Ms. Wand brought food over again. I was afraid that Ianâs condition would worsen after
eating whatever she brought, so I was offering her a word of advice.â
Berta immediately began complaining about Sasha to the head of the household.
Sasha became frantic. âNo, I-I didnât know that Little Ian fell sick because he ate the brownies I made. I-I
really didnât do it on purpose,â she stammered out an explanation, afraid that Sebastian would
misunderstand her and never allow her to see her son again.
Sebastian narrowed his eyes.
His eyes that were always devoid of warmth swept across the food on the table before returning to stare
at the woman who had her head bowed.
âWho told you that he fell sick because of the brownies?â
âHuh?â
Sasha whipped her head up and stared blankly at the man. âH-He didnât? But Berta saidââ
âI didnât say that, Ms. Wand. I clearly said that the child is sick and needs to be careful of what he eats
lest his condition worsens!â Berta interrupted her and raised her voice to deny it.
Sasha stared at her in wide-eyed disbelief.
Wow, look how quickly she changed her statement. Does she think Iâm stupid?
Sasha went purple with rage.
âThatâs enough. Since you have so much free time, you should think about how to take good care of him
because if something happens to him again, youâll have to answer to me, Sasha Wand!â
Sebastian withdrew his indifferent gaze but didnât do anything else about the matter.
A strange feeling slithered into his heart.
Although he constantly wanted her to be at his mercy, when he saw the crestfallen look on her face just
now, he realized that it didnât bring him any pleasure whatsoever.
Shaking off this peculiar feeling, he strode out the door.