I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 352

Early next month would be winter, when wounds heal even slower.

I frowned. “Resuming the broadcast so soon? Did the hospital approve? Will you have a doctor with you? In case of any unexpected situations, a doctor could handle it on the spot.”

Horace’s fair, handsome face broke into a smile, his eyes filled with a doting look as he watched me.

“It’s all been arranged between the hospital and the production team, so you don’t need to worry. But there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you. How did you convince my former specialist to help with my surgery this time?”

My hands froze, and the apple peel I was cutting snapped. Then, I put on a bright smile.

“Because I’m amazing, of course. You know, now that I’ve won first place, I have so many…”

“You’re lying,” Horace interrupted without mercy. “That’s a high-end private hospital. Even the rich can’t always get in. It takes powerful connections to get them to do anything, especially since I left on bad terms with them after being discharged early. For them to agree to help me, there must have been someone influential pulling the strings.”

His expression suddenly grew more serious. “Wait, you didn’t ask your boss for help… you went to Steven, didn’t you?”

My face stiffened. He knew my boss was Myron, a wealthy heir, and had always assumed I’d asked Myron for help, so he never pried.

Perhaps seeing me lie just now made him realize something was wrong. I forced a smile. “I didn’t really have to beg him. We were married, after all. When I asked for his help, he was willing to give it.”

Horace stared at me, his brow furrowed, his eyes turning cold.

“I told you not to lie to me. In some ways, I know him better than you do. He despises me. The fact that you asked him to help me would only make him hate me more. For him to still agree, either he was in a very good mood and you buttered him up just right, or… he made you an offer?”

My heart pounded in my chest. I couldn’t believe that Horace, having only met Steven once in this life in a brief encounter, understood his nature so perfectly.

Horace and I were childhood friends. I knew him, and he knew me. Lying to him was pointless.

But I couldn’t very well tell him that the bastard’s condition was to finally consummate our marriage, leaving me utterly exhausted, could I?

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