I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra) novel Chapter 42

The man before me wore a crisp white shirt and gold-rimmed glasses that rested on the bridge of his straight nose. His features were refined, and he carried himself with a gentle, scholarly air. But it was his eyes that were most captivating; they seemed to hold a gentle, liquid light, warm and serene.

From the moment I saw him, his eyes held a soft smile directed at me. "Long time no see, Zephyra."

Still reeling from the shock, I stared at him, then glanced down at his legs, and finally managed to speak his name. "Horace…"

"It's me. I'm back. Are you surprised?" Horace took out his phone and transferred money to Uncle Julian's medical account without a moment's hesitation. Then he pressed the receipt into my hand. With a bright, dazzling smile, he said, "Don't worry. It's all taken care of."

My throat felt tight. I stared blankly at the receipt in my hand. It was for three hundred thousand dollars—ten times more than what I had desperately needed.

Tears instantly welled in my eyes. I clutched the receipt and looked up at him. "When did you get back? Why are you back so suddenly?"

Horace was still the same Horace. He had returned like a descending angel, rescuing me from the depths of despair.

"We haven't seen each other in so long, and you're still such a crybaby," he teased, gently wiping a tear from my cheek. "I just wanted to come back. What, not happy to see me?"

Of course I was. But I didn't want to get entangled with him again. Unlike Steven, Horace was the one person in both my lifetimes that I owed the most. The thought of his tragic end in my previous life was a dagger in my heart.

My face paled with a stabbing pain. "How have you been all these years abroad? Your leg… is it healed?"

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