Chapter 52

However, a figure appeared behind her all of a sudden. “Ms. Wand, where are you going?” “Ahh?”

Sasha almost jumped out of her skin, instantly halting in her steps to look behind her as her heart

raced with lingering shock. “Oh, it's you, Berta. I... I'm going upstairs to see if Little lan’s awake.”

“You're going up to see lan? Ms. Wand, he isn't awake yet, so don't disturb him. Also, what did you

bring here? Why does it look like that?” Berta, who seemed to have materialized out of thin air,

didn't just prevent Sasha from seeing her son. She even poked her nose into Sasha's business,

asking about the things the latter had placed on the dining table. Sasha explained, “Those are some

pastries and medicinal soup I brought from home.

I personally made them for Little lan.” “Ms. Wand, I've told you before that lan can't eat outside

food. He's sick, remember?” Resentment was written on the housemaid's face. Sasha started to feel

uneasy. Glancing at the food she brought, she reigned in her temper and insisted, “I personally

made them. There won't be a problem.” “Who knows? He did come down with diarrhea because of

the brownies you made.” Sasha's brows drew together at that. Little lan 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 didn't 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 lan was allergic to

certain ingredients. It was a possibility that couldn't be ruled out completely.

Sasha's face turned pale, thinking that she had caused Ian's sickness. “What are both of you doing?”

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. / thought he should be at the company by now. “Mr. Hayes, Ms. Wand brought food

over again. I was afraid that lan’s condition would worsen after eating whatever she brought, so I

was offering her a word of advice.” Berta immediately began complaining about Sasha to the head

of the household. Sasha became frantic. “No, I-1 didn't know that Little lan fell sick because he ate

the brownies I made. I-I really didn't do it on purpose,” 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. “Who told you that he

fell sick because of the brownies?” “Huh?” Sasha whipped her head up and stared blankly at the

man. “H-He didn't? But Berta said—" “I didn't 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!” 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 I'm stupid? Sasha went purple with rage. “That's 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, you'll have to answer to me, Sasha Wand!" Sebastian withdrew his indifferent gaze but

didn't 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 didn't bring him any pleasure whatsoever. Shaking off this peculiar feeling, he strode

out the door.

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