No Remarriage for us Stay Away (Lenora and Zachary) novel Chapter 487

Chapter 487 Dislike Me
“Ezekiel, why would you say something like that?”

“Well, my uncle...” Ezekiel murmured, lifting a glass of wine from the table and taking a sip. He poured himself another at a leisurely pace and said, “My uncle tried to prevent Zachary from reopening your father's case, intending to pin the blame on Johanne. It could also be because I told you the conflict between the White family and Zachary was due to interests the previous time. Actually, I lied to you.”

Lenora's lips moved slightly.

After she returned to her home country, she never reached out to him, harboring the intention of gradually distancing herself.

“See? You're not denying it. You dislike me now.”

Lenora was rendered speechless for a while. She hesitated for a moment before saying, “It's not that I dislike you. I just don't understand you.”

When she was in Fairlake, she believed his words.

Later, she learned everything from Zachary. Only then did she realize that the conflict between the White family and the Fuller family was related to her father's case.

Back then, she thought that perhaps he was oblivious to the actions of the White family. Otherwise, he wouldn't have mentioned so casually that he wanted to support the White family.

At that moment, however, he had admitted to deceiving her, which indicated that he was aware of it.

“Why didn't you ask me if you didn't understand?” Ezekiel leaned his arm on his forehead, squinting his eyes at her.

Lenora had considered asking him why the White family was trying to hinder the investigation.

However, she thought it wouldn't have made a difference.

She merely had a chance encounter with Ezekiel, and he had no obligation to explain anything to her.

Ezekiel had helped her a few times, but that didn't mean he was obliged to assist her in everything.

“Ezekiel, you knew full well how much I resented the attention given to my father's case, but you still chose to act as you did. You must have had your reasons, reasons that were clearly far more important than my feelings toward you. Hence, there's no point in asking.”

Upon hearing those words, Ezekiel was taken aback for a few seconds. He gave a bewildered smile and lifted his eyes to look at Lenora. “You make some sense. So...”

Ezekiel tilted his head back, his raven-like eyelashes casting intricate shadows in his eye sockets, making his eyes appear even more profound, mystifying, and indistinct. “Do you want to know why?” he asked.

“Why what?” Lenora asked, following his line of conversation.

Ezekiel lowered his gaze. His large hand clenched tightly around the wine glass, so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He struggled to control his emotions as he said, “It's because my uncle hates the Fuller family. I also hate the Fuller family.”

As she gazed upon his face, strikingly similar to Zachary's, a thought flashed across Lenora's mind in a split second, a thought so unbelievable she could hardly believe it. Could it be...

“Back then, Tamara interfered with my parents' marriage, flaunting her pregnancy to my mother. My mother, eight months pregnant, was so upset that she gave birth to me prematurely. After my birth, she was never able to stabilize her emotions. One day, when the nurse wasn't paying attention, she jumped from the rooftop...”

Ezekiel closed his eyes, gritting his teeth tightly. His lips trembled slightly, and his voice was low and hoarse, carrying a hint of an almost imperceptible sob.

“My uncle mentioned that she stopped breathing right there and then, with blood all around her...” Ezekiel uttered while sipping his drink. “When she passed away, she was only twenty-four... When I was a child, I remember my granny telling me that my mother was born in autumn. The night before her birth, a gentle rain had fallen. My granny, feeling it was a sign, named my mother Rebecca. The name means to tie people together, just like how the rain is a symbol of life and connection. Upon hearing the news of my mother's death, my granny fainted on the spot. Her health deteriorated rapidly thereafter, and she was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease. She often mistook others for my mother. Yet, when she was on her deathbed, she regained her lucidity. Holding my hand, she confessed that she shouldn't have named my mother Rebecca. From the moment I was born, I was without a mother. The one responsible for my mother's premature delivery and emotional breakdown, was living carefree abroad, under the protection of the Fuller family, without facing any punishment...”

At this point, Ezekiel spoke with a heavy emphasis on each word, his eyes moistened for a moment.

He immediately closed his eyes, leaning his head against the back of the chair and took a deep breath.