I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra) novel Chapter 66

Horace stepped to my side, his gaze cold as he faced Steven. "You can say whatever you want about me, but to slander your own wife's reputation like this… Zephyra is making the right choice by divorcing you."

Was it my imagination, or did I detect a murderous edge in Horace’s voice?

I had no desire to argue with Steven any longer. "Forget him, Horace. Let's go back."

I started to lead Horace toward the room, but Steven’s hand shot out and gripped my wrist. I turned to glare at him. His handsome face was a mask of indifference, but his eyes bored into mine, and his words were colder than ice. "Zephyra, we are not divorced yet. Your uncle is sick. You should take me to see him."

I stared at Steven, my emotions in turmoil. I wanted nothing to do with him, but I knew his temper. He had no patience, and if I didn't take him, he wouldn't let this go. This was a hospital. I didn't want to cause a scene.

"Fine, I'll take you. But if you say one wrong word in front of Uncle Julian, I swear I won't—"

"I know," Steven cut in coldly. "Lead the way."

I ground my teeth, shook his hand off, and stalked back to the room. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Horace shoot Steven a look of pure ice.

When we entered the room, Julian was propped up against his pillows, completely absorbed in a book about chess strategy.

"Uncle Julian," I said softly.

He looked up. "Zephyra."

Steven, who had been behind me, stepped forward. Julian studied him for a moment. "And you are?"

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