A dozen hours later, Zachariah and his team got off the plane and hopped into a special car. The group
of people went straight to the local office building of the corporation that cooperated with the Chambers
Group.
As soon as he arrived, Zachariah started another meeting that lasted another few hours. When he
finally took an half-hour break, it was already 1am.
The secretary heated up the set meal she bought and passed it to Zachariah, saying, "Mr. Chambers,
you haven’t eaten all day. Have something."
Zachariah took the set meal and asked, "What time is it now?"
"One in the morning, Mr. Chambers."
Zachariah watched the beautiful night view of Paris out of the window and whispered, "Have you seen
the beautiful night view of Paris, Ophelia? If you like it, let’s come here together someday, shall we?"
Unfortunately, Ophelia was not by his side for now, so no one answered him.
The secretary cast a worried look at Zachariah and ventured, "Do you have something on your mind,
Mr. Chambers?"
Holding the meal box, Zachariah was enjoying the night view outside. Just as the secretary thought he
wouldn’t answer her and was about to walk off, Zachariah asked her.
"Linda, what kind of woman do you think Ophelia is?"
Linda paused for a moment before she realized Zachariah was referring to his wife. This was the first
time he had ever talked about his wife with her, and that surprised her.
"Mr. Chambers, I don’t know Young Madam very well, and I can’t jump to conclusions. But since you
asked, I’ll tell you my opinion. By appearance, Young Madam is absolutely a stunning beauty. She’s
sexy, charming and gorgeous. But that’s my first impression of Young Madam. Then I’ve met her
several times later, and I found that she’s not only easy on the eye, but she’s also a nice and smart
woman. She knows how far to go and when to stop. In a word, I think she’s a perfect match for you, Mr.
Chambers."
Zachariah’s lips curved into a smile and he went on asking, "Who’s better, Cora or her?"
Now Linda was up a gum tree. She had been working for Zachariah for years, and thus witnessed what
had happened between Cora and him. Just because she knew too much about them, Linda was aware
of what to say, and what not to say.
Linda hesitated.
Zachariah seemed to know what she was thinking about, so he tried to reassure her.
"Linda, let’s talk like old friends. You’ve been working for me for years, and you’re my right-hand man,
my good partner at work, as well as my confidant in life."
Linda heaved a sigh of relief.
She licked her lip and replied, "Mr. Chambers, I’ll just say something briefly. If anything I say annoys
you, please don’t take it to heart. Miss Fletcher comes from a distinguished family, and she’s more
graceful than any ordinary girl, but she’s not the right one for you, Mr. Chambers. Well, it’s just an
intuition, though. She’s too sentimental, and her ideas are unrealistic. Maybe she’s not like this when
she’s with you, but to her inferiors, she’s too arrogant. To those who come from a humble background,
she looks down upon them. Seems that you two don’t speak the same language, and that’s why you
can never be together. I had a hunch at the beginning."
Linda fell into a panic as she finished speaking.
"I was just talking nonsense, Mr. Chambers. Please don’t take it to heart."
Zachariah raised his hand and said, "You may leave now. Tell them the meeting will continue an hour
later."
"Yes."
Linda nodded and left.
Zachariah looked out of the window again. It was midnight now, and the night view of Paris looked
especially peaceful. The whole Paris was ablaze with the colorful neon lights.
But the dazzling light offered lonely people the feeling of isolation.
Zachariah took out his phone, unlocked the screen and opened the photo album. He couldn’t help
smiling while looking at Ophelia’s photos.
He chuckled. "You won, Ophelia. I’m under your spell now. You were worried that I didn’t love you, but
now I realize that I’m in love with you. When you were sent into the operating room after the car
accident, I swore to myself that I won’t let you go for the rest of my life. I know I hurt your feelings when
I handled improperly the issue between Savannah and you. I’ll give you a few days to cool off. When I
come back later, I’ll definitely take you home."
Zachariah took a few bites of the set meal Linda bought. The food was great, and it was warm and
delicious, but he had lost his appetite.
After eating, Zachariah took a nap on the couch before he went to the meeting room and continued the
meeting.
The situation was tougher than Zachariah had imagined. He had meetings one after another, trying to
figure out a solution. He even had to make time for meals and sleep. When he finally took a short
break, he called Helena.
The call was answered, and Zachariah got straight to the point. "Have you visited Ophelia, mom?"
However, it was Steffan who answered the call. "Zachariah, your mom has a relapse, and she’s still in
the hospital. She hasn’t told Ophelia about it in case she gets too worried, and we haven’t visited her
for days. How are things going over there?"
Zachariah frowned and answered honestly, "I’m not very optimistic about the situation, but I think I can
handle it. What’s wrong with mom? She was well a few days ago."
"Maybe it’s because of Savannah, and besides, Ophelia took the baby away all of a sudden. She felt
guilty and thus fell ill. You know your mom’s always sensible and elegant in others’ eyes, but we know
she’s actually very sensitive. She tends to let her imagination run away with her whenever she’s
unhappy. Moreover, she has a weak heart, so I’ve tried my best to take care of her feelings all these
years. But it didn’t occur to me that Savannah would do such a stupid thing. Otherwise, she wouldn’t
have had a relapse."
"Is it serious?"
"It’s not too serious, but she needs a few days to recover."
Zachariah was still anxious. "James is still in China. Shall I call him to check on mom?"
"Don’t bother. Mr. Kenelm checked on her personally. He said that anxiety caused the relapse, and that
she would recover if she had a good rest and stopped thinking too much. Go on with your work. If it’s
too tough for you to handle, I can send more people to help you."
"Dad, I can handle it myself. Don’t worry. Just take good care of mom," Zachariah said. When he was
about to say goodbye, Steffan chimed in, "When your mom gets better, we’ll go to see Ophelia and
Tommy together."
"Thank you, dad."
Zachariah hung up the phone and intended to call Ophelia, but suddenly, something popped into his
mind and he called Ted instead.
"Dad, | can handle it myself. Don’t worry. Just take good care of mom," Zachariah said. When he was
about to say goodbye, Steffan chimed in, "When your mom gets better, we'll go to see Ophelia and
Tommy together."
"Thank you, dad."
Zachariah hung up the phone and intended to call Ophelia, but suddenly, something popped into his
mind and he called Ted instead.
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