No Remarriage for us Stay Away (Lenora and Zachary) novel Chapter 525

Chapter 525 She Is Heartless
Meredith studied her, noticing the pure, unafraid innocence in Harrietta's gaze as she was in an unfamiliar place. A tender smile curved her lips. “I am your granny.”

“Granny, hello, I'm Carol,” Harrietta said, then turned to tug gently at Zachary's hand. “This is my dad.”

Meredith glanced up at Zachary, who stood quietly behind her, and gave him a subtle nod.

Though they had never interacted directly, Meredith felt a sense of familiarity. Perhaps she had seen him at a banquet in Jacaster, or maybe her brother, Matthew, had mentioned him in passing. Meredith had known of Zachary for quite some time. A young man who had taken the helm as CEO of Fuller Group, and, as she recalled, was now the chairman of the board.

In her mind, Zachary had always been a symbol of youthful success. Now, he was the father of her granddaughter, though not her son-in-law.

Meredith had heard the details of those years. Isla had mistakenly entered the wrong room, only to be forced onto bed by a disoriented Zachary. Later, under Tamara's manipulative influence, Isla had chosen not to call the police and ended up having a child.

Though Zachary may have been manipulated and had expressed his sincerity to Matthew, and despite Isla's own share of responsibility, Meredith, as a mother, naturally leaned in defense of her child. It was difficult for her to feel positively toward Zachary, given the circumstances.

Zachary gave Meredith a nod, fully aware that the Bjorn couple didn't hold him in high regard. He had no intention of trying to win their approval the way he might with his in-laws. “All right, I've brought Hattie here. I have some matters to attend to back home, so I'll be heading out now. The suitcase has Hattie's clothes and toys, and I've made note of her preferences and habits. Please take good care of her. I'll come to pick her up in two weeks.”

Bjorn was pleased with Zachary's self-awareness.

He simply replied, “Then, I won't see you out.”

“Goodbye, Daddy,” Harrietta said, looking up at him with a trace of reluctance in her eyes.

Zachary gently stroked Harrietta's head, his voice soft and reassuring. “Listen to your grandparents while you're here. And if you're ever uncomfortable, just call me. I'll come and take you home.”

Harrietta nodded obediently.

“I'm leaving now,” Zachary added.

“Okay,” she replied.

With that, Zachary turned and left. Meredith observed Harrietta, who stood watching his retreating figure without so much as a flinch.

Though they were her maternal grandparents, they were strangers to her. Despite being only five years old and surrounded by unfamiliar faces, Harrietta didn't cry or make a fuss. To Meredith, the child seemed unnervingly composed for her age, as if this new place didn't faze her in the slightest.

Meredith couldn't help but pat Harrietta's head gently.

As soon as Zachary left, Bjorn motioned for Harrietta to follow him. “Come on, Carol. I'll show you the room I've prepared for you, and then we can take a tour of the manor.”

“All right,” Harrietta replied, nodding enthusiastically.

They ascended to the second floor, where Harrietta's room awaited. It was spacious and bathed in natural light, the atmosphere warm and welcoming. The bed was dressed in soft blush-toned linens, and a large rabbit plushie rested at its center. On the desk, there were new toys neatly arranged.

Bjorn glanced at her, a hopeful smile tugging at his lips. “Do you like it, Carol?”

Harrietta's face lit up as she nodded.

Given that Harrietta would only be staying for half a month, the room's layout and cozy touches were more than adequate for her needs.

Bjorn chuckled, pleased to see her content. “I'm glad you like it. There's someone to help with your luggage, and after that, I'll take you out for a little stroll.”

“All right,” Harrietta agreed.

And so, Harrietta settled into the manor.

Later, after a long day of shooting, Lenora stepped out of the magazine building. As she glanced around, her attention was drawn to a car parked on the side of the road, its hazard lights blinking. The window on the driver's side rolled down, revealing a familiar, handsome face.

Lenora walked over, opened the passenger door, and slid into the car, fastening her seatbelt securely.

“How was it? You've been busy all day, are you tired?” Zachary asked as he started the car.

“All good.” Lenora stretched her neck. “Has Hattie been sent over?”

“Yes.”

“I thought you had already left.”

“I'm leaving tomorrow,” Zachary replied, noticing Lenora's hesitation. “What's wrong?”