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Gwendolyn was almost driven mad by Zayden. “I'm your friend. You helped me get back on my feet
back then, so I don't want to watch you ruin your life like this.”
Her statement only made him chuckle. “I don't need a friend. I'll listen to you if you're my girlfriend,
though.”
Gwendolyn was stunned. He's still thinking about this.
“Gwendolyn, stop being nosy over my business if you don't want to be with me. Suzanne, send
Gwendolyn home.”
With that, Zayden scanned the path in front of him with the white cane in his hand and entered the
study.
Suzanne then stepped forward. “This way please, Ms. Ashton.”
Seeing that, Gwendolyn heaved a sigh. “Zayden, I'll visit you again tomorrow. The doctor will come with
me. I'll use my key if you refuse to open the door.”
Her message was clear. Regardless of his ignoring her, she would still visit him, for she was
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtdetermined to poke her nose into his business.
After Gwendolyn had left, Suzanne closed the door and glanced upstairs with her bright eyes.
She then strode into the house and entered the study, just to find Zayden reading a book at the desk.
“Mr. Surrington, Ms. Ashton has left. Seems like she treats you well. Why don't you tell her that your
vision has been restored?” Suzanne asked while peeling an orange for the man.
Zayden raised his head and swept his gaze over her. “Suzanne Drache, do you still want to work here
or not?”
He merely allowed Suzanne to stay here out of pity since she had nowhere else to go.
Suzanne was not enraged by his words. She simply smiled at him and stuffed an orange slice into her
mouth before muttering with puffy cheeks, “Oh, I'll stop talking about it, then.”
After that, she sat on a couch and picked up another piece of fruit to eat.
Zayden glanced at her. This little girl is still a child who enjoys eating above all. Nevertheless, she's
simple-minded and isn't nosy.
After finishing an entire plate of fruits, Suzanne suddenly came to a realization. “Hehe! Mr. Surrington, I
accidentally ate all the fruits I cut for you just now. Do you still want more fruits? I'll prepare some for
you right now.”
“I'm fine. You can eat more if you want to,” Zayden replied flatly.
“Thank you, Mr. Surrington!” Suzanne jumped to her feet joyfully and thanked him before darting out of
the study, her giggles sounding like a wind chime.
Zayden couldn't help but lift his head to look at her. The chattering girl somehow made the quiet
mansion a little more lively.
Just as Gwendolyn was driving away from Dragonhill, she received a call from Angeline. She
connected her phone to her Bluetooth earbuds and picked up the call. “Hello, Mrs. Surrington.”
“Gwen, are you there yet? I want to speak with Zay.”
“He chased me out, Mrs. Surrington.”
“What? So, you left simply because he chased you out? Can't you just refuse to leave? None of us can
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmenter the mansion these days, and we don't know what kind of life he's been leading recently.” Angeline
started reprimanding Gwendolyn, as she was extremely dissatisfied with the latter leaving the mansion.
“I visited him, Mrs. Surrington. He's doing well. His beard is shaved, and he's wearing clean clothes. He
looks energetic. That little girl has been taking good care of him!”
“Little girl?”
The Surringtons hired a middle-aged woman to work as the vacation mansion's housekeeper. The
woman's husband, Lawrence Lewis, had been the Surrington family's driver for many years.
Given Lawrence's and his family's honesty and loyalty, the Surringtons hired the middle-aged woman to
work at the vacation mansion.
“The housekeeper at the mansion is taking good care of Zayden,” Gwendolyn elaborated.
Puzzled, Angeline questioned, “That housekeeper is supposed to be a middle-aged woman. When did
she become a little girl? How can a little girl be reliable?”
With that being said, Angeline decided to ask Lawrence about what had happened to his wife. Why did
she arrange for a young girl to work at the mansion instead?
“I think it's fine. In any case, Zayden is in good shape. I'll pay him another visit tomorrow. When the
time comes, please allow the doctor to accompany me and continue Zayden's treatment.”
After hearing that, Angeline finally breathed a sigh of relief. “All right, then. Call me tomorrow.”
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