Robert escorted Zephyr back to Zen Residence, and the doctor arrived soon to disinfect and patch him up. Cordelia was just beside them, watching in concentration.
The Internet was buzzing with life. A short afternoon and a night later, the trending topics were all about the Hamertons.
[Zephyr Hamerton’s signature forged by impersonator]
[Yale Hamerton attempts to kill his cousin]
…
Speculations and insider news were published one after another, and the audience had a field trip with it, nearly paralyzing the Internet.
However, Cordelia was not in the mood for that. She was occupied with Zephyr’s wound and memorizing the doctor’s instructions of what medicine to consume once every how many hours.
When Cordelia and Zephyr returned to Royal Manor at night, she held her husband carefully.
Zephyr had just stepped his left foot into the door, and she was bringing him his slippers. It made his right foot hover in the air for some time.
“Darling, you don’t have to be like this!” He smiled. “I’m wounded in my hand. Not my legs!”
Cordelia smiled at him sweetly. She liked taking care of him.
Although that was what Zephyr said, he was inwardly pleased. If he knew that a wound could give him this level of treatment, he would stretch his arm for Yale to slash it!
After Cordelia was done with preparations, she helped Zephyr to the bed and tucked him in before she brought the supper she made upstairs to feed him.
Zephyr did not want her to be so busy, but she turned to grab her phone halfway through, suddenly thinking of something.
When the video call connected, her parents came into view with a rainforest behind them. One of them wore a vest while the other wore a sarong, both Southeast Aciatic’s traditional clothing. They were taking a walk hand in hand and were incredibly happy that Cordelia called.
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