Time-Limited Love: A Contract Expired, Not Renewed novel Chapter 401

Zinnia nodded. “And… what about Yuri?”

Jessica let out a weary sigh. “Yuri’s been through a lot too. His mother was arrested—she’s facing some very serious criminal charges and is still awaiting trial. As for Yuri, he wasn’t hurt in that sense, but he got injured trying to get you out. Before the rescue team arrived, he dug through the rubble with his bare hands for ages. Tore up all ten of his fingernails. They still haven’t healed.”

She couldn’t hide the ache in her voice as she spoke.

Jessica glanced at Zinnia, hesitating as if she wanted to ask something but ultimately swallowed her question.

After hearing everything, Zinnia fell silent.

What sort of crime could Yuri’s mother have committed to warrant such severe charges?

Her brow furrowed as uneasy thoughts flickered through her mind, ones she didn’t want to face. Her expression paled.

Jessica noticed and assumed Zinnia was simply exhausted after waking up. She quickly changed the subject. “Let’s not talk about this now. You need rest. I’ll try to get some sleep too.”

“Alright.”

Jessica truly looked worn out—her face was drawn and haggard, obvious signs that she hadn’t slept properly in a long time.

Zinnia stayed quiet so as not to disturb her. Soon, Jessica drifted off.

But Zinnia, lying in the hospital bed, found sleep impossible.

She kept replaying the conversation from that day—when Landon had asked Yuri that pointed question: Was the bombing really just Morton’s idea?

Why would Landon ask that?

Could Violet Ford’s crime be connected to Landon’s question for Yuri?

Why, on that particular day, had Yuri called her away at just the right moment?

She noticed it all—but chose to ignore it.

Since waking up, there were things, and people, she hadn’t dared to ask about.

From that very first day, she’d realized she was staying at Enliven Private Hospital, a facility run by the Ford Group.

Whenever she went for a walk in the corridors, she noticed no one ever mentioned Landon—not even in passing.

But she knew Landon had been hurt worse than she had. That slab of concrete that had come crashing down was meant for her. Landon had shielded her and taken the blow himself.

There was no way he could have gone unscathed. If she’d been laid up in a hospital bed all this time, how could Landon possibly be fine?

But she was too afraid to ask, too afraid to even think about it.

She let herself play ostrich, burying her head in the sand and pretending, desperately, that nothing had happened at all.