I Became His Sweetheart

Chapter 385 He Is His Son

Melanie followed the Yorks’s servant and headed outside. Halfway through, she asked, “My car is parked near the estate’s outermost gate. Is there some other closer route?”

The servant hesitated for a few seconds and said, “Then please come with me.”

After walking for a while on the tiled path, she realized the servant was taking her in the direction toward Harlow’s residence, just as she had predicted.

She felt better afterward.

While walking past Harlow’s residence, Melanie then said to that servant. “The gate is right in front. There’s no need for you to see me off.”

“The butler ordered me to take you to your car safely,” the servant insisted.

Melanie smiled and showed the servant her mobile. “I need to make a call. | can do this alone.”

The servant instantly understood why. All the guests here were all wealthy, and many of the contents of their calls were highly secretive, so they didn’t like others to hear about it. She politely nodded and turned back. Melanie pretended to walk further, occasionally turning around to peek behind her. Only when the servant was far away enough did she turn back by staying out of the dim lights from the lampposts, then head straight to the little boy’s room.

Just as she reached the room and was about to push the door open, a woman's voice cried out from the inside, and it sounded like she was screeching at the boy.

“And you said you didn’t poison my dog?! You're a liar even when you're still a child! As expected of a motherless brat!”

“Please don’t say that, Ms. Anderson...”

“Ha! A servant like you intends to control my speech?”

Melanie frowned.

She was wondering why the voice sounded familiar. It was Harlow’s new girlfriend, Sylvia Anderson.

“The reason he likes to feed dogs is that he likes dogs. He wouldn't poison the dog, Ms. Anderson...” the woman explained in a low voice. “Not to mention that you’ve already sent someone to hit him. He’s sick now and has a fever. If it's serious enough, he could die from it! | beg you, please tell Master Harlow to get him a doctor...”

“You're begging me?”

Sylvia refused to let it go and stomped her high heel. “His life is worth less than my dog’s! Now that my dog is dead because he poisoned it, | want him to pay with his life!”

“Please don’t cross the line, Ms. Anderson! Even if he’s a servant, he’s still Master Harlow’s son! While he allows you to bully him, he won't allow you to take his life!” The woman suddenly became much moreText property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“You dare threaten me?! Just you wait!”

While Sylvia was obviously unapologetic, the fear in her tone was unmistakable. And so she simply turned around and left.

As she used the main door, she didn’t see Melanie, who was hiding behind the door.

Only after Sylvia was gone did Melanie push open the door and went in.

When the woman holding the boy saw Melanie, she was shocked despite the tears on her face.

“| was delayed by something else just now. Don’t tell me you thought | wouldn’t come?”

Melanie walked over and took out the anti-inflammatory medicine from her bag, handing it to the woman. Give him some medicine and a glass of water. Let me clean his wounds.”

The chair by the bed wasn’t clean, so the woman started wiping it. Melanie shook her head and said, “It’s fine.

Get him the medicine.”

“lm... Scared...”

When the boy in the bed saw Melanie, he finally spoke.

“It's okay. I’m very gentle. It won’t hurt after a while,” Melanie gently consoled him.

“I'm... Scared... Of her...” The boy pointed outside the door.

Melanie realized what he meant and said, “She’s gone now. Don’t be scared.”

Only then did the boy nod in a daze.

He was so mature that Melanie felt bad for him. She used the iodine to quickly disinfect his inflamed wounds before bandaging them. The boy didn’t say whether it hurt at all, as if worried he would make Melanie unhappy. “This is iodine, which is used for cleaning wounds. You should know how to use this.”

Melanie cleaned the wounds quickly and efficiently as she explained to the woman. “You can use it thrice a day. Once the inflammation on his wounds has receded, use it once or twice a day only. Don’t let the wounds get wet. And this is a bottle of Yellow Bark Tincture. It’s an herbal remedy that’s used for to reduce

inflammation. You can use it a few extra times a day. It helps with the healing of the wounds.”

“| didn’t dare to take too many anti-inflammatory medicines because | was worried that the others would find out. | only brought enough for three days. However, children recover very quickly. Take the medicine in intervals and the inflammation should mostly go away.”

“This is my number,” Melanie explained as she took out a name card. “In three days, if his injuries aren’t recovering, call me. Even if I’m not around, I'll think of a way for someone to get you the medicine.”

The woman helped the boy to take his medicine and looked at how Melanie carefully treated his wounds. All

she could do was cry as she listened to Melanie’s words.