I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 473

A chill ran down my spine, followed by a surge of burning rage. I squeezed my eyes shut, but I couldn't calm the storm inside me, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

Countless thoughts raced through my mind, and a certain suspicion grew stronger and stronger.

From the first time I saw Steven after the car accident, I felt he had changed significantly. He had become much more ruthless in his actions, but I never paid it much mind. However, our recent interactions—aside from him not trying to forcibly take Verna back—revealed a personality and a set of behaviors so cruel that I felt like I was seeing the Steven from my past life.

But that shouldn't be possible. How could this have happened?

I decided I needed to meet with Gordon. He was the person closest to Steven. It was no exaggeration to say that Gordon knew Steven better than I did.

I messaged him to ask if he was free for dinner the next day. This time, Gordon replied and agreed.

My mind was a turbulent mess of worry and barely contained fury. I couldn't sleep a wink all night.

I also contacted a private investigator to secretly look into Steven's past, to see if there was any dirt I could dig up.

Suddenly, an image of Verna in the hospital with her broken leg flashed through my mind. She was the apple of his eye. If I dug up some scandal about Verna, Steven would surely be just as furious as I was now.

But as soon as the thought arose, I dismissed it.

Verna hadn't done anything to me this time. If I was going to expose anyone, it should be Steven. Let him get a taste of being savaged online, to suffer what Horace was going through. There was no need to drag her into it.

The next day, the competition results still hadn't been announced. After a sleepless night fueled by anger, I quickly tidied myself up, but couldn't hide my haggard appearance. I was on my way to meet Gordon.

Just as I was leaving the hotel, Horace's lawyer called me.

He gave me a brief update, telling me Horace was doing fine.

He then specifically relayed a message: "Mr. Spencer said he knew his girlfriend would be running herself ragged worrying about him. He wants you to focus on your competition and wait patiently. He asked you not to interfere. Just give him some time, and he can handle it."

I pressed my lips together, a bitter taste in my mouth. Even if I wanted to help, my hands were tied.

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