I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 694

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Horace’s gaze shifted from the file to Rachel. “Steven is wary of me, but he won’t be wary of you. You talk to Zephyra, and I’ll mobilize her family. We need a two-pronged attack to get her back.”

“If Zephyra hadn’t lost her memory, Steven never would have had another chance with her. In the end, it seems fate is on his side.”

Rachel stared at him, her gaze slowly dropping as her long lashes hid the sadness in her eyes.

“Horace… I know you’ve liked Zephyra for many years. But… it seemed like she didn’t like you that way, even before she lost her memory. I’m not saying this to hurt you, I just want to be honest. Do you really have to… force things? Maybe if you looked around, you’d find someone else who’s a better fit?”

Horace let out a soft, low laugh, a sound laced with an almost imperceptible sorrow. “Yes,” he said, his lips forming the words. “It has to be her.”

Rachel’s fingers tightened around the file.

That night, thunder rolled across the sky as another heavy storm began.

After waking up, I had been in the study working on the design project Mr. Taylor had given me. Even without my memories, heaven had been kind to me. Inspiration flowed endlessly, and my hands moved with practiced ease.

I worked for the entire day. Wilma brought me food and drinks and told me that Gordon had sorted out my new ID and bank cards. I figured I probably had a little money saved up, but when I checked my account balance, I saw over a hundred million dollars. My eyes went wide with disbelief.

I was rich!

No wonder Steven told me I didn't need to take a hundred-dollar-a-day job. I thought he was just trying to make me feel better, but it turned out I was financially independent! The sudden realization that I didn’t have to slave away at some job felt like the best news in the world.

Wilma chuckled at my reaction. “Madam, you’re joking. You’re married to Mr. Lancaster. How could you ever be a workhorse? Mr. Lancaster will always provide for you.”

I, dressed in a floral sundress, shook my head. “It’s not the same. Money from a man can be taken away at any time, but the money I earn myself, no one can ever take that from me.”

I could be a wealthy wife, a stay-at-home wife, be Mrs. Lancaster. It’s perfectly natural to spend my husband’s money, and for him to spend mine, but I could never lose my ability to make my own.

Wilma just smiled, letting me say what I pleased. As I was sketching, a wave of nausea hit me, and I ran to the bathroom to be sick again. She clucked her tongue and quickly brought me a sour plum.