Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

It was already half past one in the morning when Zachary left Charlotte’s villa. He checked his phone, only to find seven or eight missed calls from Henry.

Zachary knew he had to check in on Cynthia, or Henry would throw a fit and go after him.

After all, he couldn’t afford to anger Henry any further, so he decided to head to the hospital near Ashenville Garden to see Cynthia.

He was well on his way when he spotted a car driving toward him from the opposite direction.

Both cars pulled over, and Ben got out of the other car. “Mr. Nacht,” Ben greeted with a bow.

“What’s going on? Where’s Cynthia?”

“Ms. Blackwood is in the car,” Ben replied softly. “Her wounds have been checked out. But she refused to stay in the hospital, so we got the doctor’s permission to bring her home.”

Zachary looked in the car to see Cynthia leaning weakly against her seat. Her face was deathly pale, yet she still smiled and signed at him. “It’s just superficial wounds. I’m okay. Let’s go back.”

He then gestured for everyone to get back into the cars and headed toward the hot spring resort.

their way back, Zachary contemplated calling Henry. However, he ultimately decided against it as it was already late, and Henry might be asleep. If his call woke Henry up, he

at the resort, Henry came out from the courtyard in a wheelchair. His unexpected arrival gave everyone a

ignored them and stared daggers

you here?”

couldn’t reach you on your phone. I thought you were dead,”

his words carefully. “Louis had an

could be more important

Zachary rebuked.

distinction. Should something happen to him while he was

would be understandable for Zachary to tend to that

be careful,” the nurse said as

was fraught with worry as he turned to look at Cynthia. “Cynthia, how are you? Were you

I’m fine.” Cynthia gestured. “Grandpa, please stop scolding Zachary. Sir Louis did have an emergency, so I

deeply moved by her

continued in sign language. “It was my fault. I insisted on going along,

felt. “Don’t say that. It’s his fault for having neglected you. It’s getting windy outside. Why don’t you head on