I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra) novel Chapter 156

I wasn’t the weak Zephyra from before. I could protect myself.

My maternal grandfather’s family was wealthy, but they were also cold and calculating. I didn’t like them. Uncle Julian was estranged from them, living in near poverty. If he tried to take me back, he would have to beg my grandfather for help. I couldn’t predict how that would go. They might just throw us both out. I wouldn’t let him sacrifice his pride for me.

Besides, I couldn’t leave. I had to wait for Steven to come back so we could get divorced.

Horace looked at Julian, his handsome face serious, and added his own gentle persuasion.

“Uncle Julian, you need to focus on getting better. The Lancasters aren’t going anywhere. Once you’ve recovered, you can settle the score. In the meantime, I’ll protect Zephyra.”

Julian looked at Horace, his gaze steady, then reached out and gripped his wrist. “You’re a good kid.”

A warm smile spread across Horace’s face. “Thank you for the compliment.”

I quickly chimed in with a grin. “Of course he is! Horace is the best. Uncle Julian, let’s not be angry anymore. How about a nice dinner tonight?”

Uncle Julian agreed, his voice full of affection. “Whatever you want. Order all your favorites.”

But in the periphery, I saw a flash of grim determination in his dark eyes.

I went back to work. Steven didn’t call or text.

Myron was still looking for a surgeon for me, but without much luck. The best ones had waiting lists that stretched into June of next year—a ten-month wait.

He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, his handsome face a picture of defeat.

“My connections aren’t as good as Steven’s. If he made a call, he could get you an appointment in ten days, never mind ten months.”

I didn’t want Steven’s help. Money was one thing, but favors were another. I’d rather owe Myron than Steven.

Besides, I wouldn’t have the million dollars for the surgery until after the divorce.

I patted his shoulder with a small smile.

He still hadn’t contacted me. I found out from Myron. The deal between Aether Studio and Lucid Works was officially dead. Steven had sent both the designer and the project director to jail on charges of attempted rape and assault.

So that’s why he had stayed behind. A true tyrant, protecting his “woman.”

I waited a day, figuring he needed to recover from jet lag. I knew forcing him to go to the registrar’s office immediately would just put him in a bad mood. But when the second day passed with no word, I couldn’t wait any longer.

I called him, but he didn’t answer. I called Gordon, but he didn’t answer either.

During my lunch break, I printed out three copies of the divorce agreement and went to Steven’s office. I ran into Gordon at the entrance.

He looked surprised and cautious. “Ma’am, what are you doing here?”

I frowned at him. “I called you, but you didn’t pick up. Where’s Steven?”

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