I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 503

Steven might not love me, but he wasn't an idiot. Could he really not tell that I was a victim here, too?

Besides, if he had chosen me, Mr. Wilson wouldn't be looking like that.

"You even lie about this? You're unbelievable," I said, narrowing my eyes as I remembered how Verna had tried to sabotage me earlier. "You kept trying to block my way just now. I should return the favor."

I stomped on both of her feet hard, and Verna cried out in pain, interrupting their conversation.

Everyone turned to look. Verna stared at me, her eyes filled with tears.

"Ms. Jones, I know you hate me. I know you feel that Steven being with me is a betrayal, that he owes you. I know you've teamed up with Mr. Wilson to put on this show and teach me a lesson. I understand all of it. Whatever he owes you, I'll pay it back right now! From this moment on, let's consider all debts settled!"

She then looked deeply at Steven, a tear rolling down her cheek. "Mr. Lancaster, I will never put you in a difficult position. This time, I'll make the choice for you!"

With that, she abruptly stood up, ran to the edge of the yacht, and jumped straight into the water.

She moved so quickly, showing no sign of her leg injury.

I instinctively reached out to grab her but caught only air. I froze, stunned.

I never thought Verna loved Steven that much. I couldn't believe she would jump into the sea for him.

This was the open ocean! With no safety gear, that could be fatal!

The next second, another tall figure swiftly leaped in after her.

Gordon's face paled, and he rushed over. "Mr. Lancaster!"

He didn't hesitate, immediately running back towards the speedboat to start a rescue.

Mr. Wilson's face turned pale as he considered my words.

Suddenly, something slammed into the yacht. Mr. Wilson and I were standing near the edge, and the impact sent us overboard. Mr. Wilson got lucky; his bodyguards managed to grab him.

But I was thrown into the sea. Just before I hit the water, I faintly heard Horace's desperate shout, "Zephyra!"

Horace?

My heart pounded. What was he doing here? In his past life, he'd died in a car crash that sent him into the ocean. If he had those memories, he must be terrified of the sea.

I can swim, and I struggled desperately to reach the surface, but I couldn't seem to make it. Maybe the sea was too deep, or maybe I'd fallen too far down.

I kept swallowing water, my consciousness fading. My movements slowed, and I began to sink into the deep...