I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra) novel Chapter 166

Horace’s eyes instantly turned cold. “Zephyra, did your father lay a hand on you?”

“Don’t listen to her nonsense. I was the one who laid a hand on *him*,” I said, waving it off. My gaze sharpened as I turned back to Antonia. “Antonia, if you’re so into Steven, why don’t you go and seduce him? Just make sure to get some evidence and send it to me. I’ll step aside immediately. How does that sound?”

Come to think of it, Antonia had been obsessed with Steven for two lifetimes. She was no saint, and neither was Steven. If they got together, it would not only free me but might also save Jacob in the process.

Horace’s expression darkened as he stared at me intently.

Antonia, who had been standing with her arms crossed and a smirk on her face, suddenly looked flustered and guilty.

“What are you talking about? A good girl like me would never seduce a married man. Zephyra, the fact that you can even say something like that is just shameless!”

“Oh, I get it now,” she continued, her voice dripping with scorn. “It’s because you’re that kind of cheap, promiscuous woman yourself. Steven treats you so well, and yet you cheat on him with this broke loser. You’re not just shameless, you’re blind!”

I scoffed. “You don’t have a mirror? Can’t you see ‘I love Steven’ written all over your face? Or are *you* the blind one?”

Antonia was momentarily speechless. “You!”

The round-faced woman tugged on Antonia’s arm. “Antonia, Horace’s family are academics. They’re not exactly poor.”

Antonia sneered. “I know that. But compared to Steven’s family, he might as well be a broke loser!”

The round-faced woman shot Horace a look that was both challenging and contemptuous. “Exactly. And he gave up his leg to save Zephyra. He’s a cripple now. I guess only Zephyra would still want him.”

Horace’s fair, elegant face remained impassive, but before he could say a word, I slammed my hand on the table. My eyes were blazing as I glared at Antonia and her friend.

“Apologize to Horace and get lost while I’m still in a good mood. Otherwise, I won’t be so polite.”

Antonia looked surprised, then burst into a louder, more arrogant laugh.

“Oh, listen to that. I say two words about Horace, and Zephyra’s ready to kill. Zephyra, your devotion to a cripple is truly something to behold. If Steven knew you were this pathetic, he’d throw you out on the street…”

“Who did you just call pathetic?”

“Who the hell do you think you are, hitting me?” Antonia shrieked, clutching her face in a fury. She scrambled to her feet to attack Horace, but he met her with two sharp slaps, his voice even colder.

“Say it again. Who’s pathetic?”

Antonia was completely stunned, her mouth bleeding. She looked at him in terror, tears streaming down her face.

“I am! I’m pathetic! Please, stop hitting me. You’ll ruin my face!”

The round-faced woman clumsily got to her feet, her wrist scraped and her face bruised. She glared at Horace with hatred.

“Horace, you’re unbelievable. Always playing the hero for Zephyra. Don’t you see she doesn’t give a damn about you? The second you were in trouble, she turned around and got married. You’re just a pathetic lapdog—”

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