Twirling the phone in his hands, Zachary smirked mockingly.
He was mocking Charlotte’s stupidity for suspecting that he kidnapped her children.
At the same time, his mockery was directed to none other but himself. To force her to stay by his side, he had to resort to such unscrupulous methods.
“What’s the point?” Ben could not help but exclaim, “You’re helping her find her children, so why are you willingly pretending to be the kidnapper and shouldering such a bad name for yourself?”
“It doesn’t matter,” dismissed Zachary nonchalantly. “Since she likes to suspect me so much, won’t it disappoint her if I’m not the actual culprit?”
‘You’re always so stubborn. When something bad happens, you refuse to explain or communicate with the other party. That’s why your relationship keeps worsening…”
Right after Ben blurted it out, he clapped a hand over his mouth hurriedly.
Zachary’s expression immediately turned grim as he shot a vicious glare at him.
Ben quickly slapped himself on the cheek and apologized with his head lowered, “I’m sorry, Mr. Nacht. I’m such a blabbermouth.”
However, Zachary remained silent. Peering at the city’s skyline at nighttime, he fell into deep thought.
Actually, he did not understand why Charlotte kept suspecting, fearing, and evading him when he had always treated her so nicely.
Yet, Ben’s earlier words reminded him.
Perhaps, there was something wrong with his methods.
“Mr. Nacht, we’ve arrived!”
As he mulled over it, Bruce turned over and reported to him.
Jolted back to his senses, he realized that the car had already arrived at Happy Avenue.
Zachary alighted the car, while the medical staff and kindergarten teachers carried the three children down.
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