Love’s Cunning Ruse

Chapter 272

Never did they expect to find Zenith right here. Their original plan was to investigate Zenith’s childhood environment, but to their surprise, the man himself was sitting on the couch, staring at Julie and Kieran in shock.

Anticipating their purpose for being here, Zenith’s expression was understandably grim. Raising an eyebrow, he turned to his butler, “Helga, since when do we let just anyone into the mansion?”

Helga looked a bit wronged and pointed at Kieran and Julie, explaining to Zenith, “I’m sorry, sir. They said they were your business associates, so…

“You must be Dahlia?” Even though Julie knew the old lady was blind and couldn’t see her, she still politely asked with a smile towards Dahlia.

Feeling insecure, Dahlia instinctively reached out towards Zenith. Zenith immediately extended his right arm, allowing Dahlia to grab hold.

“Zenith, do we have guests?”

“Yes, grandmother, strangers.” Zenith told Dahlia, “I think they’ve got the wrong person.”

“Are you Mr. Zenith? It appears we’ve found the right person!” Clever Julie spoke up, a hint of relief in her voice while Kieran let her take the lead.

Dahlia heard this and turned towards the sound, slightly perplexed.

Julie watched Dahlia expectantly, thinking Dahlia would at least let her identify herself. However, to her surprise, Dahlia simply said, “There are many people with the same name in the world, my dear. I’m afraid you’ve found the wrong person.”

“I apologize, Dahlia, may I ask…”

“Are you Mr. and Mrs. Hernandez?” Dahlia abruptly asked, facing Julie and Kieran.

Julie nodded at Dahlia in surprise, then quickly realized the old woman couldn’t see her nod, so she hastily responded, “Yes… yes we are.”

“I’ve heard Zenith mention you two,” Dahlia said. “Zenith’s previous mentor was indeed the professor who treated vegetative patients, but Zenith has not practiced medicine for many years, so I’m afraid he can’t help Mrs. Hernandez’s sister. If he could help, he certainly would not refuse. I’m old and just want to live out my remaining years peacefully. It’s best if you young people figure out your own issues. I’m too old for this.”.

With that, Dahlia called, “Helga, help me go to my room.”.

Helga promptly assisted Dahlia, and Zenith stood up as well.

Dahlia stood, her hand in her pocket, showing her refusal. Julie frowned, her movements stiff. If they knew Zenith was home from the start, they certainly wouldn’t have visited Dahlia directly.

With Dahlia going back to her room under Helga’s assistance, Kieran placed the nutritional supplements they brought on the glass coffee table.

outside?” Kieran suggested with a deep gaze towards

stared back at Kieran

let’s talk here!” Kieran asked Zenith, “Do

died in a plane crash many years ago. I understand why you might see

cold voice echoed in the

Mr. Moore?” Kieran asked Zenith. The two exchanged meaningful glances,

deep breath, choosing not to

Zenith smirked, “Are you suggesting that I’m your

said, Mr. Moore, it’s not entirely

wit, as well

with the exchange and asked Kieran directly, “So, if I can prove that I have no blood relation to

eyebrow,

the coffee table and briskly cut off a fingernail. He then wrapped it in a white tissue and slapped it on

myself, Mr. Hernandez? If that’s the case, take this and

watched Zenith’s actions in bewilderment. Meanwhile, Dahlia emerged from her room, assisted by Helga. She faced the room and asked,

he moved towards his grandmother,

escorted out, they were practically kicked out.

and Kieran stood at

looked up at

clipping and

her hand, and after confirming that it was indeed nail clipping, she looked at Kieran with a saddened expression, asking him softly, “Could

he have let them go for

fell into thought, seemingly not hearing

said quietly, “I’ll keep it safe until we return and let QuadDylan check it…”

certainly show no blood relation.” Kieran looked at the mansion behind him,

Inside the mansion.

forward and handed the cane

often talk about,

“Mhm.”

I’m old, I’m not senile. I know what to do.” The old lady’s voice sounded hoarse and ancient.

her a hug, holding

must cover it with countless other lies. I know you must