Mr Benjamin.

AMBER.

Amber woke up in an unfamiliar room. She whimpered in pain as she sat up. Looking around, she heard the door unlocked from the outside as it opened, revealing Mr Benjamin.

“Hello princess, you're finally awake, it's been three days I thought you would die and then my money would then go to waste. Well not actually go to waste because Matilda would have to refund me,” Mr Benjamin giggled. Amber furrowed her brows.

M—Matilda, my mother?“ Amber questioned, wondering why she didn't think of it earlier. It was obviously because of the property she inherited from her grandfather, Mr Cooper. How could a mother do such a thing to her daughter she claimed she loved, how can a mother be so cruel? Amber thought to herself.

“Where I'm I? Where is this?“ Amber asked. Mr Benjamin shook his head.

“I think it's time I let you know what my second rule states. I don't tolerate too many questions, all your unnecessary questions should end here. now I will need you to get up, go freshen up and co