Chapter 339: Please help him

"Sometimes, to find the light, you have to go through the deepest darkness."

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"Tch!" Benjamin clicked his tongue in irritation, stomping his way back to the mansion.

When he was inside, he grabbed his things to go home. But just as he did, he felt his phone vibrate and ring. Checking who it was, his lips curved down even more.

It was Patricia.

[From: Miss Patricia Miller,

Good evening, Mr. Vitt! I’m so happy to hear that! I am available any day, and I can meet Renren whenever he is free.]

"Tch," he snorted and rolled his eyes, not bothering to reply to her. He already did what he was told to do, and thus, he could do this once he rearranged his muddled thoughts. But even so, since she responded, Benjamin had to inform Zoren about it—regardless of how reluctant he was.

With that thought in mind, Benjamin went up the stairs to inform Zoren and also to bid him farewell. Benjamin wouldn’t normally bid his boss farewell. After all, Zoren was already resigned to his bed, and he might be resting. Even so, Zoren told him to give him the update. Benjamin would rather get this done and over with.

"Sir?" Benjamin knocked on the master’s bedroom door. "Sir, I received a response from Miss Miller."

Benjamin knocked three more times before deep lines appeared between his brows. "Sir?" he called once more, this time louder. "Sir, is everything alright?"

Still, nothing.

He knocked two more times and waited patiently, staring at the door, weighing his options.

Normally, Zoren would respond, or sometimes, he would answer Benjamin through a message or a call. But Zoren was doing neither of those.

"Sir?" Benjamin’s heart thudded nervously, his eyes brimming with worry. "Sir, please answer me, or I will have to come in!"

When another minute had passed and Benjamin heard no sound from inside, he reached out for the knob. Zoren never locked his door. Hence, Benjamin quickly got in.

The second he opened the door, his eyes searched the wide room. There was no sight of his boss. This triggered an adrenaline rush in Benjamin, prompting him to rush inside and search for his boss.

"Sir!" It didn’t take long for him to find his boss as his steps skidded when he reached the open bathroom.

Benjamin’s breath hitched, his eyes wide.

There, sitting on the floor with his back against the wall, his arms on his bent knees, was Zoren. He had his head cocked back, facing the ceiling, eyes closed. Blood dripped on the floor from his knuckles, and his arm, and his entire body were breaking out in sweat.

Benjamin froze for a moment, scanning the bathroom. The window was shattered as if someone punched it with all their might. Pieces of glass were scattered on the sink and onto the floor. All the frustrations Benjamin felt moments ago disappeared without a trace, replaced with worry and concern.

"Sir!" he yelled, rushing inside. He paused for a second as he caught more smeared blood around before he squatted beside Zoren. "Sir, what’s going on?!"

Zoren slowly opened his eyes, staring straight at the light bulb. "I can’t... see."

"What?"

"Everything’s black," whispered Zoren, knowing the light bulb should show him a little bit of light. But it wasn’t. There was nothing. "I can’t... see."

Benjamin’s heart sank as he paled, staring at the horror and shock plastered on Zoren’s face.

This was the first time he had seen Zoren make such an expression. Even after a cruel accident, Zoren wouldn’t show this expression, not because he was hiding it, but because Zoren was never scared of death. But right now, his boss was scared, and Benjamin could feel it deep in his bones.

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Benjamin stood by the door, watching Zoren’s personal medical team tend to him on the bed. They put Zoren to sleep just to make sure he wouldn’t do anything reckless at the moment. They also checked his eyes, but they said although Zoren’s eyes were abnormally dilated, there weren’t any visible scratches or anything that could blind him completely.

"Boss..." he whimpered, the corners of his eyes reddening. "What’s going on?"

His breath hitched until his neck turned taut, wondering what happened to his boss.

Just a moment ago, Benjamin was so frustrated with him. But now, all he could feel was remorse and regret. He felt bad for being harsh on Zoren—even though Zoren didn’t know his assistant was being harsh on him behind his back.

"Mr. Vitt."

Benjamin perked up as the lead doctor approached him. "Doctor, how’s he?"

"Well, his fever isn’t rising anymore, but it barely lowered," said the doctor. "The nurses will look after him through the night to make sure his temperature continues to lower to normal."

The doctor explained everything to Benjamin, which, to be honest, wasn’t new to Benjamin. He had been Zoren’s personal assistant, and Benjamin felt like he went to medical school with all the knowledge he had learned just being an assistant to a sickly man.

"How about his eyesight?" he asked worriedly. "He said everything’s black. What does that mean? Did he actually go completely blind?"

The doctor pressed his lips. "We suspect that the fever and his exhaustion are affecting his eyesight. However, we don’t know yet for sure. So, we’ll send out another lab test and run a few other tests to make sure. For now, we’re focusing on bringing his temperature back to normal."

"Let’s hope, Mr. Vitt." The doctor nodded at Benjamin reassuringly. "Doctor Tan is already on the way. Please stay and look after him. Our nurses will take turns checking up on his temperature and condition. That’s the most important thing for now because if his fever continues, I’m afraid it’ll become fatal."

"I see." Benjamin lowered his eyes before shifting his gaze to the bed. "Thank you, Doctor."

The doctor simply smiled before he went back in to make sure everything was perfect. After a moment, he and the team left the room to settle in the guest rooms, as they would have to look after Zoren throughout the night.

As for Benjamin, he stood beside the bed where Zoren was sleeping.

"Boss..." he whispered, balling his hands into a tight fist. Without a word, Benjamin held his phone and dialed someone, listening to it ring many times before it was answered.

He pressed his quivering lips into a thin line before he forced out a breath. "Please... help me."