I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra) novel Chapter 124

Now, it was time for the tables to turn.

“You see?” I said with a light, airy laugh. “I’m a quick learner, aren’t I? Did I capture the essence of your cruelty?”

“Zephyra!” Mary roared, about to unleash a torrent of insults. “You classless woman, you…”

I hung up. Before five seconds had passed, the phone rang again. I answered, listened to her start yelling, and hung up again.

I lowered my gaze, a cold smile on my lips.

When Mary called for the fifth time, I finally answered, toying with my fingers. “Have you calmed down now? Can we speak civilly?”

I could hear her taking deep breaths, clearly still seething.

My voice was placid. “You’re calling me in the middle of the night instead of sleeping. It must be urgent. Are you sure you want to keep arguing with me?”

She finally spat out through gritted teeth, “I know you’re abroad with my son. I don’t care why you’ve become so arrogant and defiant lately, but he hasn’t been feeling well. You had better take good care of him!”

“If my son isn’t happy, I’m telling you right now, I won’t be attending your father’s birthday party next month. The Jones family can forget about basking in the Lancaster family’s glory. We’ll see if your father teaches you a lesson then.”

“And as for that old man, I’ll investigate him myself. If I find out you’ve been involved with him, Zephyra, I don’t care if the old man protects you. You will never set foot in the Lancaster family home again!”

With that, she slammed the phone down, clearly afraid I’d hang up on her first and leave her stewing in her own rage.

“Mrs. Lancaster,” Gordon said, “I’ve already ordered a steak for you, just the way you like it. It will be here soon. Please have a seat.”

I gave him a thumbs-up. “You’re incredibly thoughtful.”

“You’re too kind, Mrs. Lancaster,” he replied with a smile.

A few moments later, he excused himself to the restroom. Just then, the doorbell rang. Assuming it was dinner, I went to the door with a cheerful smile, but it froze on my face when I saw who was standing there.

It was a man and a woman. Steven stood there in a black shirt, the sleeves rolled up and the top button undone, revealing the elegant line of his collarbone. He looked like he’d just come back from a fight. His overcoat was draped over the shoulders of the woman beside him—Verna.