Chapter 539 Posthumous Child
After saying that, Benjamin brushed past with Isabella, stepping onto the stage.
Sarah felt the shadow by her side gradually dissipate. However, it seemed to settle on her heart, leaving her inner turmoil unresolved and her spirit further shattered.
'It can't be him. If it were Antonio, how could he not recognize this bracelet?!'
Just then, Bob, who had gone to the restroom earlier, hurried back. Along the way, he heard people discussing Sarah's fall, and he was incredibly worried.
"Are you okay?"
Sarah bit her lip and shook her head, suppressing the pain in her heart. "It's nothing... just a little twist."
"Did you twist your ankle?" Bob's worry deepened, and he furrowed his brows while supporting her. "Let's find a place to sit and check it out. If it's serious, we might need to get it examined at the hospital."
Sarah intended to refuse, but a sharp pain struck as she tried to move, causing her to hiss.
Maybe it was for the best...
Leaving would spare her from seeing that face identical to Antonio's.
With that thought, Sarah let Bob support her as they slowly headed to the exit.
Benjamin stood on the stage, speaking. His deep gaze swept almost absentmindedly over the two figures leaving below; Bob was holding Sarah in an intimate way.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, his fingers on the microphone moving subtly.
Benjamin didn't know what was going on with him; ever since he saw this woman fall, an uncomfortable feeling had taken root in his heart—odd and abrupt.
But upon reflection, he couldn't find any reason for it.
'WIs it just because I witnessed her fall? Could this be pity?'
But Benjamin never pitied anyone.
For the time being, he pushed aside this peculiar sensation, finishing his prepared speech with poise. He then announced the Harrington Group's upcoming projects in the capital .
A round of applause followed before he stepped down from the stage.
Isabella's admiring gaze followed him as he approached. "Ben, with today's event, the Harrington Group is set to make its mark in the capital."
"Our reputation was never small," Benjamin said with his usual confidence, taking a sip from the glass Isabella offered. "The woman who fell earlier, this Ms. Miller, who is she?"
Isabella was surprised.
'Ben seldom takes interest in others, so why the sudden curiosity about Ms. Miller?'
She looked into his eyes, which seemed like vast oceans, placid and unfathomable as if he was merely making conversation.
"Ms. Miller is the current CEO of Valencia Inc. and the J&K Group! She's also our main target for the deal we're trying to close here."
She pouted slightly. "I've done so much homework... which you never bother to look at."
Her voice had a hint of coquetry, yet it didn't grate on the ears. Instead, it lent her an added charm.
Benjamin's dark eyes revealed nothing as he mused, "Ms. Miller..."
With a bittersweet sigh, Isabella opined, "Ms. Miller has it tough, you know. After her husband passed, she quickly took the reins of not one but two companies, and she's been running them impressively. It's a shame we're competitors. I wouldn't mind getting to know her."
Benjamin raised an eyebrow. "Her husband's passing?"
"Yeah, her spouse died a few months back."
For some reason, the image of Sarah cozying up to that man flashed through Benjamin's mind, causing a sharp pain at his temples.
He closed his eyes briefly, and the pain was fleeting.
Noticing his silence, Isabella asked softly, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing."
A sardonic smile curled the corner of Benjamin's lips. "I just couldn't help recalling how snugly she and her assistant were embracing earlier. Her spouse died months ago... and she's already on the prowl for a replacement?"
"Huh?" Isabella didn't catch on at first, then responded, "Are you sure?"
She thought back to Sarah's elegant visage and shook her head. "I'm not close to Ms. Miller, but she doesn't strike me as that kind of person. Could you have mistaken what you saw?"
"Mistaken?"
Isabella nodded, "Ms. Miller is pregnant with a posthumous child. I've heard she cherishes the baby she's carrying. She wouldn't be reckless."
'Posthumous child… The child left behind by her deceased husband.'
Recalling how she had instinctively protected her stomach when she stumbled earlier, Benjamin realized she had been acting out of concern for her child.
His brows knitted with tension, and a heavy pressure constricted his chest. It felt as though something were lodged inside, yet there was no apparent cause or remedy for the sensation.
Seeing the concern on his face, Isabella reached out to steady him. "Ben, what's wrong?"
Benjamin unconsciously tugged at his collar, the discomfort in his chest not abating. He took a deep gulp of his drink, his voice cool and tinged with irritation. "This event is suffocating."
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