Chapter 07 He Couldn't Control Himself for a Moment

Winona did it on purpose, using any means necessary to snatch men away.

Zachary's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his grip on the phone tightened, and his finger joints protruded.

The voice on the other end spoke again, "Mr. Bailey, if Fiona loses the ability to dance, her career will be over. In order to become an internationally renowned dancer earlier and avoid people gossiping about your background because of her, she went through a lot of hardship secretly. Now with all these injuries, she has to go for therapy every week."

Zachary pursed his lips and got off the bed. "You take care of her first."

He wanted to leave, and Winona didn't stop him. She knew she couldn't hold him back, so why bring humiliation upon herself?

She didn't intend to snatch Zachary back; it was just satisfying to disgust Fiona, a kind of revenge.

After Zachary changed his clothes, he left without saying a word to Winona, his wife, from beginning to end.

Everyone downstairs was asleep, and only the emergency light was still on.

He walked to the entrance and changed his shoes. With a snap, the large crystal chandelier in the living room above suddenly lit up. Lydia stood at the kitchen doorway, holding the remote control for the lights. "Where are you going so late?"

Zachary frowned. "Mom, why aren't you asleep yet?"

"I'm asking where you're going in the middle of the night after leaving Winona behind?"

Zachary pursed his lips and, with an unchanged expression, said after a moment, "I couldn't control myself for a moment and hurt her. I'm going to buy some medicine for her now."

His words were ambiguous, but Lydia immediately understood. After all, she had gotten a famous doctor to prescribe the bowl of nourishing soup, so the effect should be good.

Her icy face instantly lifted into a smile, though she still reproached him, "Are you a virgin? Don't you know how to be gentle? Go buy it then. Forget it, bring Winona along too. If it's not enough, go to the hospital. It would be troublesome if it gets infected."

In Zachary's anxious gaze, he called Winona and asked her to change her clothes and come downstairs immediately.

Hearing the odd tone, Winona thought something had happened and hurriedly put on her clothes and ran down.

What she didn't expect to see was Zachary and Lydia standing face to face.

The man's deep voice was unusually indifferent, "You're not feeling well, come with me to buy medicine."

Winona wondered, when did she feel unwell?

She glanced at Lydia and understood, realizing that she was being used as a shield!

Without hesitation, she rolled her eyes at Zachary. Truly a bad dog!

Lydia was completely unaware of the storm brewing between the two. She was filled with joy and noticed Winona's tight jeans. She quickly said, "Go back and change into loose pants. Wearing them so tight won't be good for healing the wound, and it's hot now, easy to get infected if it's covered."

"Mom, what are you saying..." What was she trying to say?

Wait, she wanted to know what's wrong with her?

However, Zachary reached out and pulled her over. Winona lost her balance and fell into his embrace, held tightly by his waist. "We're leaving first. Get some rest, Mom."

Lydia glared at him. "Winona is injured, why are you so rough? If the family doctor was female, I would have called him to come and check. Is there a need for you?"

"Yeah," Zachary responded casually, while Winona was absent-minded the whole time and forgot to resist as he led her out.

"Wait," Lydia remembered something important and hurried to the kitchen. When she came back, she held a bag of herbs. "If they work well, take them back with you. Let the servants cook them in soup. Drink a bowl every night."

Zachary's lips curled up. "Keep it for Dad to drink."

Lydia was very direct. "Your father doesn't need to drink this."

Winona thought, is it impressive not to drink it or is it useless even if he does?

Seeing Zachary's silence, Lydia directly handed the herbal bag to Winona. "Go quickly, don't just buy medicine, hurry to the hospital."

They left the Bailey family villa and it wasn't until they got in the car that Winona had the chance to speak. "What did you say to Mom?"

Zachary didn't want to continue this topic.

He glanced at the medicine still in her arms, raised an eyebrow, and spoke with a cold, sarcastic tone ingrained in his bones, "What? Are you really planning to take it back and cook a bowl for me every night?"

Winona was momentarily stunned, then threw the medicine to the back seat like tossing out trash, not forgetting to taunt, "That's why a mother understands her son the best, knowing that you can't handle it, and even prepares medicine for you."

"I can't handle it?" Zachary drove with one hand, savoring these words. He glanced at Winona again. "Then who was it that I sent to the hospital the first time, where she had to get stitches and lie in bed for days?"

Winona looked at him, her eyes flashing with a hint of pity, "Don't you think going to the doctor to get stitches not because you're skilled, but because your technique is lacking? Have you ever seen a woman who went to the hospital to get stitches after her first time? Such a unique example, why don't you reflect on yourself?" Zachary squinted his eyes, his displeasure and gloom on his face almost seeping out, and he abruptly stepped on the brakes.