Chapter 198
Sarah knew exactly how bad Lucy’s situation was.
While James had sent people to care for Lucy, Zachary’s staff ensured she was treated like any other patient.
Working in her office, Sarah was puzzled when a courier called her name.
Opening the package, she found a photo Zachary had secretly taken last night – her sleeping peacefully while his hand stroked
her hair.
Blushing, she tucked the photo in her drawer just as a text arrived from Zachary: “Got it?”
She replied, “Yes, why send it by courier when…” we’ll see each other after work.
“Couldn’t wait.” Sarah felt warmth spread through her chest. They were acting like college sweethearts – childish but happy.
Was this what the honeymoon phase felt like? She’d never experienced it. With James, she’d performed a one–woman show. This
was so much sweeter.
That evening, Zachary came as promised.
Mia bounced into the car, having noticed the pink bubble around them.
Zachary handed ice cream to both her and Sarah. “Oh, I got one too! Brother, I thought you’d forgotten me.”
She giggled, getting ice cream on her nose.
Back at the apartment, Mia tactfully went upstairs while Zachary followed Sarah inside.
“Lucy’s fate is sealed. I had her psychiatric evaluation checked – it’s legitimate,” Zachary said coldly.
Sarah nodded. She knew Mrs. Chancer and James would try everything to save Lucy, though being labeled mentally ill would torture Lucy more than anything.
“Maybe it’s not all bad,” Sarah handed him a drink from the fridge.
She didn’t mention that James had been trying to get her to visit their grandfather.
After sending Lucy to the hospital, she wasn’t sure if James wanted to discuss Lucy, so she’d refused all contact.
Zachary chuckled. “True. No sane person stays normal in there.”
He’d arranged for staff to ensure Lucy got no special treatment.
Setting his drink aside, he embraced Sarah. “Enough about others.”
He breathed in her hair’s scent and lifted her face for a kiss.
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Late that night, heavy rain pounded outside as Sarah lay in Zachary’s arms.
“How’s Mia’s mood lately?” Sarah asked.
“Stable. Though she keeps asking when she can call you sister–in–law.” Zachary stroked her hair.
Sarah blushed. “Mia must have seen wounds to trigger her episodes.”
She sat up. “Speaking of which, I have an ugly scar on my thigh. I was injured there, but I can’t remember when.”
She touched the indented mark puzzled. The ugly scar stood out against her pale skin.
Zachary froze. His trembling fingers touched the scar briefly before pulling away, avoiding her eyes.
He whispered, “I’m sorry.”
Sarah smiled, squishing his cheeks to make him look at her. “What are you sorry for? You didn’t do it.”
