I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 228

The old man, who had always supported Steven, was now tearing him down piece by piece to build me up. Steven’s handsome face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Mr. Lancaster Sr., still weak from surgery, drifted off to sleep after saying his piece.

Steven and I left the room. Gordon was still standing guard outside.

I was about to say something to Steven when he suddenly stumbled, his body lurching as if he was about to collapse.

“Steven!” I reacted instantly, catching him. Gordon rushed over, his face pale with alarm. “Mr. Lancaster, are you all right?”

Steven’s face was contorted in pain. His already grim expression had turned deathly white, his lips pressed into a thin, hard line.

I helped him to a chair, my brow furrowed.

“Steven, is it a headache? Why is it so severe?”

In our past life, I had been married to him for years. Aside from a sensitive stomach, he had never suffered from headaches. And from the looks of it, this one was excruciating.

What was going on?

Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, but he didn’t answer.

I looked at Gordon. “Gordon, go get him registered for a doctor’s visit.”

“Right away, Ma’am,” Gordon said, his face etched with worry.

“No need,” Steven said, his voice strained but firm. “Get the car ready.”

My patience snapped. “That’s enough. You’re clearly in pain. Just see a doctor. Is someone stopping you?”

He shot me a sideways glance. “I don’t need you to meddle in my affairs.”

“Hah!”

The nerve of this guy. My kindness was being completely wasted. “You’re right,” I said sweetly. “You can’t reason with someone who has a death wish. I should learn to keep my mouth shut.”

Steven was speechless.

Gordon was speechless.

I shrugged. “Since you refuse to see a doctor, let’s go to City Hall. Grandfather won’t be upset about it anymore, so we don’t have to feel guilty. Let’s just end this and get to our respective final chapters.”

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