Benson had been filming deep in the mountains when he was bitten by a wild snake.
At the time, she was trying to distance herself from the Brennans, but when she heard he’d been hurt, she couldn’t help but worry. She spent two frantic days and nights researching an antidote, personally gathered the necessary herbs, and asked Penelope Sterling to mail it to the film set anonymously. Only after hearing that Benson was out of danger did she finally allow herself to sleep.
She had never mentioned it to him, and he never knew who had saved him.
Now, that very act of kindness was being twisted, painting her, the savior, as the would-be murderer.
And Lauren… what part did she have to play in this? She sent the medicine? She saved him? The sheer audacity was breathtaking.
“Grandfather, may I first ask who told you all this?”
Her question was for him, but her eyes were locked on Lauren. The answer was obvious. Who else could spin such a despicable lie?
As expected, Mr. Brennan’s voice was grim. “Lauren was the one who sent the antidote that saved Benson’s life. Naturally, she is the only one who knows the full truth. Are you going to claim she’s lying?”
Beside the old man, Lauren offered Anastasia a faint smile, laced with triumph and defiance. *She thinks she’s lost? How naive. I’ve already turned the tables.* She had done a little digging, and to her surprise, had discovered that Anastasia was the one who had saved Benson. It didn’t matter. The credit was hers now.
Anastasia’s lips twisted into a cold smirk. “Grandfather, have you not seen Lauren’s true colors over this past month? Are you really going to take her word over mine?”
“If it were just Lauren’s word, I wouldn’t be so quick to believe it. But we have a witness.”
As the old man spoke, the unfamiliar man stepped forward.


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