Chapter 61 The Plan
Benedict carried her back to the bedroom.
Opening the first aid kit, he took out the antiseptic solution and delicately tended to her wounds, handling her with such care as if afraid of causing her more pain.
While he was dressing her wounds, Archibald's call came in.
"What the hell are you doing? Today is important. You must go to the ancestral shrine. Are you ignoring my words?"
"We had some business to attend to." Benedict's voice was icy, seemingly unwilling to offer too much explanation.
"These days are carefully chosen. You can't treat them lightly!"
"Just pick another date then."
Listening to the angry voice on the other end of the phone, Cordelia furrowed her brow. Why was it so difficult to explain the situation?
She had no choice but to stand up, tug at Benedict's sleeve, and he lowered his gaze to look at her.
On tiptoes, Cordelia reached for his phone, speaking in a low voice, "Mr. Archibald."
"Every time you ignore my words. Do you think you are not a member of u
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