Chapter 750
"Sir..."
Wilbur was reluctant as he stood still.
Zac was irritated as he pulled a retractable baton stick out of his wheelchair and hit Wilbur. "If you don't get the f*ck out of here, never come again!"
Wilbur got scared. He lowered his head and walked out.
Horrified by the scene, Olivia tugged the hem of Zac's top. "Zac, what's with the four years that Wilbur said? Is there something you're not telling me?"
Zac's eyes darkened as he put away the baton and comforted, "It's nothing. Don't listen to his nonsense."
"Really?"
"Of course. Why would I lie to you?”
With that said, Zac looked at the time. "I've got a few things to take care of. You can eat first. Just leave me some."
Then he went alone up the track to the second floor and into his study.
Looking at his back, Olivia frowned, a little uneasy.
Zac rarely did this. There must be something wrong.
However, she trusted Zac. He would not hurt her or anyone around her, so she could not imagine what he was hiding from herself.
More importantly, she was worried about him.
She was scared he was consumed by the pressure and eventually lost his direction.
"Miss, I made bean soup for you. Do you want some?"
Olivia snapped back to herself and nodded. "Okay, heat it for me."
"I've just heated it, and the temperature is just right."
Olivia stepped forward, took a sip, and looked up at Mrs. Simmons. "It is just right."
Mrs. Simmons smiled. "I know you don't like it too hot. How could I forget about this little habit?"
With that said, she sighed. "How's Sir? Is he okay?"
"Yeah, he's good. He's much nicer than he was four years ago."
"He doesn't know who you are yet?"
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