Chapter 1732

Flossie remained his sole bargaining chip against Edmund.

Edmund tapped his fingers on the armrest, his gaze dropping.

Finally, he said, “Matthew’s clinging to life in ICU, but not for long.

”

The implication hung heavy: regardless of Benny’s honesty, Edmund would claim his share.

Benny’s expression darkened.

Then Edmund inquired, “How’s Flossie coping?”

Benny replied calmly, “She fell ill after the wedding and didn’t want company.

I had to hire a maid to take care of her in order to persuade her to eat.

”

Edmund, unsuspecting, advised, “Given recent events, her reaction is understandable.

Keep close and inform me of any issues.

”

With that, Edmund excused himself, taking a call and departing.

Alone again, Benny rushed home.

Upon arrival, the maid hastened to meet him, detailing Flossie’s predicament.

“Miss Diaz has secluded herself in her room all day.

I’ve reheated her food countless times, but she still refuses to eat.

”

The maid’s concern for Flossie was palpable, tinged with fear of reproach.

Without a word, Benny grabbed some of Flossie’s favorite dishes and sauntered into her room.

Setting the food on the table, he found Flossie lying on the bed, eyes shut, seemingly oblivious.

Aware of her wakefulness, Benny said calmly, “Even if you’re upset, you need to eat.

We can talk later.

”

Flossie remained motionless.

Benny drew nearer, sitting on the edge of the bed, gently brushing her hair aside.

“Please, don’t be mad.

I know I messed up.

Now that I’m with Prosperity Group, I’ll make certain that you’re cared for.

I’m just reclaiming what’s mine.

”

His tone softened, but his face remained firm.

“If you hadn’t saved me, Matthew would’ve killed me.

It was one of us-either Matthew or me.

So, he got what was coming.

”

At his words, Flossie’s eyes snapped open, red and fixed on Benny’s face.

Benny’s slender fingers caressed Flossie’s cheek gently as he spoke.

“Please, don’t be angry and have dinner first.

”

Turning away, Benny retrieved the plate and returned to the bed, ready to feed her.

Having sat up, Flossie shook his hand away, causing the plate to crash to the floor.

Benny remained calm despite the mess.

“If the food isn’t to your liking, I’ll have it prepared again,” he offered.

Flossie cut to the chase, questioning, “Why am I being kept here? What are your intentions regarding me and the baby?”