His Coy Lover

Charles uttered a low voice and then answered Zelda’s call.

“Honey.”

Zelda’s sweet voice came through, making Charles feel relieved.

While taking the tissue Lucas handed him to wipe the sweat, Charles asked calmly, “Are you still at the hospital?”

“No, I’m on my way back to my mom’s. Charles, thank you for letting Monday send me the evidence. It was close. Yemmy stopped me halfway and wanted to settle scores with me. If it weren’t for those videos, I would have been in trouble.”

Charles remained indifferent. “Is it resolved?”

“Yeah, it’s resolved. Charles, what are you doing? You sound out of breath.”

He was making a great effort to control his breathing, but Zelda’s sharp ears still noticed.

“It’s nothing.”

“Are you alone and unable to reach something?”

“I said it’s nothing. Do you have anything else to do?”

“I’m fine now too.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

“What’s with your ‘yeah yeah’? If you have something to say, say it. If you don’t, just hang up.”

Charles’s voice was low, using it to conceal his true emotions.

“I want Charles to hang up first.”

Charles silently hung up the phone.

On the other end, Zelda muttered, “… He really hung up, and without saying a word.”

She had hoped he would say “I miss you” to her.

When they returned to the Roscente, Elle wasn’t home, only their parents were there.

“Why did you come back alone?”

Peck heard that his daughter had returned and thought her husband would come with her, so he personally came out of the house to greet them, but he only saw his daughter getting out of the car. He couldn’t help but ask.

Zelda playfully replied, “Can’t I come back alone? Or do you not want to see me, Dad? I’m so sad. Dad, you always say you love me, but you don’t want to see me.”

“Stop it, don’t act.”

Peck chuckled. “Dad thought Charles would accompany you back. Is it not okay to ask casually? You’re such a drama queen.”

“Lucas is there, and they’re chatting. I came back by myself.”

Zelda handed the clothes she bought for her father over. “Dad, these are new clothes I bought for you. Where’s Mom? I also bought a set for her.”

“Dad has too many clothes to wear. Why did you buy clothes for Dad?”

Peck said with a hint of disdain in his mouth but a smile on his face, looking very happy.

Zelda returned to the Roscente and rarely took the initiative to give gifts to her biological parents. Instead, it was Elle who often gave gifts to their parents. Before Zelda was reborn, Peck felt that his biological daughter, who didn’t grow up by their side, was not as filial as their adopted daughter.

“Your mom is inside.”

As they walked, Peck took out the clothes to look at them. “Not bad. You know Dad’s size.”

“You’re my real dad. How could I not know?”

Ding dong…

Just as the father and daughter arrived at the main house’s entrance, they heard the doorbell ring. They both turned their heads to the mansion’s entrance, where several luxury cars were parked. The one at the front, Zelda seemed somewhat familiar with.

It seemed to be Vinson’s private car.

Rovella’s bodyguards were still ringing the doorbell.

The father and daughter exchanged a glance.

“Dad, let me open the door.”

Zelda turned around and headed towards the direction of the door.

Peck said, “Let Dad see who’s here.”

He followed along.

Seeing the father and daughter returning, Rovella’s bodyguards stopped ringing the doorbell.

Zelda opened the mansion’s door, and Rovella’s bodyguards pushed forward a wheelchair. Someone helped Vinson out of the car, and two more bodyguards helped him into the wheelchair.

The father and daughter from the Roscente were stunned.

Peck naturally recognized Vinson. He looked puzzled. When did Vinson need a wheelchair?

Back when Charles had an accident and needed a wheelchair, Vinson had mocked him. Now it seemed Vinson was in need of one himself. Maybe Peck should secretly take a video and send it to his son-in-law to see?

Zelda quickly understood.

Vinson had come to settle the score with her.

Last night, she accidentally stepped on Vinson’s foot with her high heels. At the time, he had spared her and didn’t make an issue out of it, but he had mentioned reserving the right to hold her responsible.

Zelda quickly glanced at Vinson’s foot. Sure enough, the foot she had accidentally stepped on last night was wrapped in white bandages, like a zongzi, without shoes or socks.

It looked severely swollen.

Rovella’s bodyguards pushed Vinson closer.

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Peck was curious but didn’t want to ask directly. He smiled and invited Vinson into the mansion.

Vinson glanced coldly at the nervous Zelda but remained silent, gesturing for the bodyguards to push him inside the Roscente’s mansion.