Chapter 1257


    The Bennington family''s vi.


    Brandy asked the maid to cook some noodles and send them to the room upstairs.


    Half an hourter, the maid came down with the bowl.


    Brandy asked, "Has he eaten?"


    The maid shook her head. "No. You''d better go and have a look. He hasn''t eaten anything for two


    days. He''ll get ill if he continues like this."


    Brandy went upstairs to Brad''s room.


    The little boy was sitting on the balcony, crying.


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    He had never been separated from his mother before.


    Seeing his pitiful look, Brandy felt sad.


    "Brad, we’ve cooked noodles for you. Would you like to eat some?"


    Brad shook his head. "No. I want Mom. I want to go home."


    "s..." Brandy let out a long sigh. "This is your home. Don''t mention your mom anymore."


    Brad didn''t say anything, turning around.


    He was very stubborn. No matter what Brandy said, he refused to eat.


    Brandy coaxed him for quite a while, his throat was dry but it was useless.


    He had no choice but to leave.


    Luke went to thepany. When he came back, it was already 10 p.m.


    Brandy quickly came forward and told him how Brad refused to eat.


    Hearing that, Luke said with a frown, "Ask the maid to heat the noodles.”


    Brandy nodded.


    After taking off the suit coat and throwing : t aside, Luke went upstairs.


    As soon as he stepped into the room, he saw Brad crying with red eyes.


    "What are you crying for?"


    Luke loosened his cor, coldly staring at Brad. "Eileen taught you nothing but crying and ying


    dirty tricks such as kneeling.’


    Brad curled up and ignored what he said, wiping his tears.


    Being alone with Luke, he was still a little scared.


    At this time, Brandy walked in with noodles.


    Luke''s thin lips twitched as he ordered, " Eat them!"


    Brad was still sitting there without raising his head or touching the fork.


    Luke had never been close to a child before, so he didn''t know how tomunicate with the child


    properly.


    He could only try to educate Brad in his way. "Why don''t you eat?"


    Brad''s body twisted. He still didn’t speak, his head buried between his knees.


    After all, he was his son. Although he didn''t bring him up, they had the same blood.


    Therefore, Luke asked patiently, "Didn''t you say you like to eat noodles? Why don''t you eat? What


    do you want? I''ll ask the maid to cook for you."


    Brad pursed his lips.


    As the president of the Bennington Corporation, he was vigorous in work, and his staff was efficient.


    Seeing Brad keep silent as a mime, he boomed with a scowl, "Answer me!"


    Brad was scared into crying again.


    His tears were falling like scattered pearls a s he shook violently.


    Brandy couldn''t bear to see him like this, but thinking of Luke''s warning, he didn''t dare to speak.


    "Mr. Bennington, he''s still a child." "He''s eight years old, not a baby. He’s a man. He should say


    what he wants and thinks rather than cry. Only girls cry." Luke''s voice was cold. "What else can you


    d o but cry?"


    In his opinion, boys should be like steel.


    He had been educated as the heir of the Bennington family since he was three years old.


    After that, he had forgotten the taste of tears.