Chapter 239
Nichs stood rooted with his temples throbbing. After a moment, he looked at Linda with a
complicated gaze and said, “Calm down, okay? Zephyr doesn’t wish for this either…”
“What doesn’t he wish for?” Linda raised her voice. “Hah, he’s bored of living his rich heir life in
Centrolis and came here pretending to be a former convict to get married?”
“Don’t make it sound so bad. You don’t understand. He was conspired against and got seriously
injured. That’s why he hid his identity in Jangasas!”
Linda was quiet for a moment and scanned him judgingly before she scoffed. “You knew so much?”
Nichs was rendered speechless.
“Nichs Thompson!”
Nichs wanted nothing more than to p himself.
“Zephyr Hamerton!” Linda’s voice was shaking from how furious she was. “Recover and recuperate
all you want. Why get Cordelia involved?
“Do you really think you’re a prince? Hah, being a womanizer even when you’re badly injured. How
much will your rich heir friends be envious of you when you talk about it in the future? Am I right?
“But what about Cordelia? Will you really be able to marry her!?”
“Linda!” Nichs looked stern. “Enough!”
Linda took a deep breath and forced her tears back.
The hallway fell into silence suddenly, as if warped into a vacuum.
The light above the emergency ward went out a whileter, and Zephyr got up to run over.
“Don’t worry. She’s not in a critical state.” Seth came out with a relieved smile. “Fortunately, the cut
was shallow and didn’t cut the artery. As for her other injuries, they’re superficial wounds. She just
has to rest up.”
Zephyr’s lips wobbled, and his eyes turned red.
Seth had mixed feelings facing him again. Never in his dreams would he have thought that the man
he had saved back then was so distinguished.
He said softly, “M-Mr… Hamerton, the nurses are finishing up inside. Once there’s no anomaly after
some observation, Cordelia will be wheeled to the ward.”
Zephyr nodded and thanked him softly.
Seth licked his lips. “Also, I suggest that Linda keeps herpany for now…”
“Why?” Zephyr was rmed.
“She was almost assaulted. There’s definitely repulsion toward men. It’s a normal reaction. Give her
some time and let her recover slowly.”
Zephyr was silent with glum.
Linda nodded quickly. “I can do it! I’ll go home and pack now ande keep herpany!”
“Then… then I’ll go with you!” Nichs followed her.
“No need!” Linda red at him. “Mr. Thompson, take a break! You men are all liars! All rotten!”
“Linda, you can’t overgeneralize us. I’m different from Zephyr—”Text content ? N?velDrama.Org.
Linda turned back to re at him as if saying with her eyes, “Are you saying eight years isn’t much
for a lie?”
Nichs caved immediately, standing on the spot and sighing as he listened to the vanishing sound
of her heels clicking on the floor at the other end of the hallway.
“I told you to tell her earlier, yet you had to stall it!” heined to Zephyr. “You’re setting me up
for this!
“Zephyr, I don’t care. You either appease Cordelia or give me back my wife!”
Seth chuckled soundlessly. He was also being lied to for a very long time.
“Yeah, it doesn’t feel good being lied to,” he said softly. “Mr. Hamerton, even I’m upset that you’ve
gone from Marcus Grist to Zephyr Hamerton all of a sudden. What more could Cordelia feel?”
Zephyr bit his lips, his deep eyes oozing despair.
He did not want to lie to her. He could not help it in the past and wanted a chance to tell her
everything now… It was just one step away—one small step, and she was nearly killed…
Zephyr’s palms were cold. The lingering fear could still be felt.
The nurse wheeled Cordelia into the hospital ward.
Zephyr paced around the door for a long time before carefully opening the door and going in softly.
On the bed, Cordelia’s cheeks were swollen and bruised. There was a thick bandage of gauze on
her wrist. The most shocking injury was the wound on her neck.
Zephyr could never forget the scene when he barged in. Cordelia had been on the floor, wounded
and most of her clothes torn, as she had been crying “Honey, save me” in despair…
It hurt so much that Zephyr felt like his insides were crushed.
He sat by the bed and held her cold hand. There was a pinch in his nose, and the corner of his lips
felt bitter.
There was movement on Cordelia’s lids. Zephyr held his breath as he looked at her silently.
“No… Don’te over, help…”
Cordelia was still in the nightmare. The man with his pinky missing was cackling, holding a knife.
She had called him darling, but he wanted to kill her…
“Ah!”
Cordelia cried as her eyes flew open. The pain all over her felt like she was in hell.
Suddenly, someone’s gentle voice was heard from the side. “Cordelia…”
As her consciousness came back to her, she focused her gaze on looking at the man in front of her.
He was still handsome with his sculpted face and dark eyes, and the warmth of his hand still felt the
same, but…
“I’m Marcus, you’re my wife!”
“Mr. Z Hamerton, let me go, and I’ll give this woman to you. This is a good deal!”
“B*tch, I’ll send you to hell right now!”
Cordelia felt like her head was splitting. Her heart drummed. She pulled her hand back abruptly and
looked at the man before her in terror.
“Cordelia.” Zephyr’s voice was hoarse. “Don’t be scared. It’s me…”
“Go away!”
Cordelia wrapped herself tightly in the nket, curled up and quivering.
“Honey!”
“Who are you?” Her tears fell.
Zephyr’s heart felt like it was being stabbed. He tried to stroke her hair.
“Don’t touch me!”
“Cordelia…”
“I beg you, don’t stay in front of me!” Cordelia was bawling as she buried herself in the nket. “I
can see you hitting me once I close my eyes…”
“That person wasn’t me.”
Cordelia showed her eyes from the nket after a moment. Her bright eyes lost their luster, which
was reced by fear and terror.
“I know. That’s Marcus Grist,” she said softly. “But I’ve always thought that you are Marcus Grist.”
Zephyr clenched his fists, not feeling the pain even when his nails stabbed into his flesh.
“I’m sorry, Cordelia.” He spoke in a deep tone. “I should have told you everything in the
beginning…”
Cordelia clutched the nket as she heard him say clearly, “I’m not Marcus Grist. I’m Zephyr
Hamerton.”