Chapter 792

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.

On 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 might incur even more of that man's wrath.

As soon as they arrived at the resort, Henry came out from the courtyard in a wheelchair. His unexpected arrival gave everyone a shock as they hurriedly bowed to greet him.

Henry ignored them and stared daggers at Zachary.

“Why are you here?” Zachary frowned at him.

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

his words carefully. “Louis

more important than Cynthia's well-being?” Henry

death situation,” Zachary rebuked. “Is that important

Louis was a man of distinction. Should something happen to him while

it would be understandable for Zachary to tend

as she helped

to look at Cynthia. “Cynthia, how are

“Grandpa, please stop scolding Zachary. Sir Louis did have an emergency, so I had

deeply moved by her words. “You're

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