Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Zephyr paused.

“I’ll stay here no matter what it takes,” he answered without any hesitation.

Cordelia smiled. She had long expected this answer because this was the reflection of one’s deep love for another.

If Zephyr was hurt, she would also stay outside the hospital ward no matter what it took.

In spite of it, Phil just left after his moving confession—like everything just now was just a show.

Zephyr’s heart squeezed. The moment he met Cordelia’s eyes, he understood it.

“I knew it. Phil Nelson isn’t reliable!” he said angrily. “Zennie will suffer if she continues falling like this!”

“Calm down first.” Cordelia comforted him softly. “It seems like Aunt Cloud doesn’t know about their relationship

yet?”

“She won’t ask too much even if she does,” Zephyr answered with a dark expression. “She’s an advocate for free

love and hates that her child will become a sacrifice for the family’s interests.

“But Phil and Zennie are worlds apart. They won’t be fruitful.”

Cordelia bit her lips. “Zephyr, what I’m most worried about is that… Phil isn’t sincere about Zennie. He wants to use

her.”

Zephyr nodded.

“I hope that I’m the one who overthinks,” said Cordelia. “But what if!? Let’s be more cautious so that Zennie isn’t

taken advantage of.”

Zephyr recalled what had happened in Jangasas.

Ever since Marcus escaped, he had gone through all the surveillance recordings of the junctions. The black car

without registration plates had vanished from the surface of the earth in the end.

He had suspected the vague picture of the driver from the surveillance clip. A black cap revealed half of a face that

was pale and thin—if Phil’s face was blocked from his nose up, he actually matched that face.

It was just that Zephyr did not dare conclude it rashly and ordered to investigate more, but nothing came back.

He had also looked into the Nelsons, but even Clark said that all three generations of those who worked in

Hamerton Manor were dutiful, honest, and hardworking people.

‘Hah, dutiful? If Phil was dutiful, how would he possibly get involved with Zennie!?’

Zephyr clenched his fists with a frown. There was a dark look on his sculpted face.

Cordelia said softly, “Zephyr, girls go all in when they fall in love. Even if you want to separate them, do it slowly.

Don’t hurt Zennie.”

“Mm, I know.”

“It’d be best if there’s something or someone to distract her now…”

Cordelia’s reminder sparked a thought in Zephyr. He could ask Seth to come to Centrolis. The latter could still be a

doctor and keep Zennie company.

Everything would be resolved then!

…

Cordelia specially made cranberry cookies and boba tea to bring to the hospital ward for Zennie.

“I remember that these are your favorite.” Cordelia smiled and placed them on the cabinet before she sat down

and held Zennie’s hand.

It was not long into fall, but Zennie’s hand was cold like ice.

After a few days of rest, the stitched wound on her head was no longer swollen, but she looked awful. She was pale

and forlorn with a depressed gaze. There was no sense of life at all.

Cordelia jolted. What she looked like… was really growingly similar to Phil’s pale and gloomy face! There was really

some truth in the saying, “Birds of a feather flock together.”

When one was with someone exuding negativity, one would naturally be drained and no longer have a sense of

themselves.

“Cordelia…”

The room was silent for a moment before Zennie’s soft voice rang.

“Didn’t Phil visit me?”

“What?” Cordelia froze.

Had Phil not visited her even once all these days?

Cordelia did not dare meet the anticipation in Zennie’s eyes. She turned around and frantically took the milk tea out

of the bag.

Even without meeting Zennie’s eyes, she could still feel the spark in them slowly dissipating until they dimmed.

Cordelia helped her up. “Zennie, have a bit. Your brother will get someone to send lunch over later.”

Zennie chuckled dryly. “Will I feel better if I have something sweet?”

“Zennie, did something… happen between you and Phil?”

Zennie did not answer but looked at her for a long time before asking softly, “Cordelia, am I really that lousy?”

Cordelia furrowed her brows. “What? You’re pretty, and you have a good personality. Your grades are good too, and

you’re the beloved little princess in the family. Your life’s already so much better than so many people’s!”

“But I’d be nothing if I wasn’t born in the Hamertons!” Zennie cried.

Cordelia now realized the severity of the issue.

Zennie had been protected so well while she grew up that no one dared say anything in front of her. She was also

bright and cheerful, so she definitely would not think about this.

There would be no others except for Phil, who instilled such thoughts in her!

“Don’t think about it like this.” Cordelia held her shoulders. “You’re a wonderful girl. Your light can’t be hidden even

if you were not from the Hamertons.”

Cordelia asked anxiously, “You aren’t acting like yourself. Is it because of Phil—”

“Nothing to do with him!” Zennie’s reaction was violent. “It’s none of his business. It’s my problem!”

“Zennie—”

“Get out! I don’t want to hear anything!”

Zennie covered her ears emotionally.

Cordelia was stunned. She was not unfamiliar with a situation like this… When her mother was ill, she was

emotional like this, and anything could trigger her as well.

Cordelia’s heart felt like a hand was grabbing it. She wanted to comfort Zennie, but she knew that the latter needed

the quiet more than ever at this time.

She recomposed herself and told Zennie softly before she left, “Zennie, don’t give yourself too much pressure…

Remember, whatever happens, your family is your best support.”

Zennie kept covering her ears on the bed.

Cordelia sighed and walked out. She was worried on her way back. It was now confirmed that Phil was no good

person. To separate Zennie from him, though, might take some time.

She wanted to call Zephyr but saw an unread message when she took her phone out.

No number or name was stated, and there was only a line of text when she swiped on it.

[Remember me?]

Cordelia jolted. Perhaps an abrupt message like this was a wrongly sent one.