Never See You Again

Maeve's fever had just subsided. Feeling weak and unsteady, she got out of bed and stumbled forward

Zion caught her around the waist. Reflexively, she clung to his anm for support.

Zion's arm was strong and firm, his muscles tense beneath Maeve's fingers. They y were

and breaths.

Maeve quickly withdrew her hand. "Sorry, I lost my balance."

"I've got you. You won't fall."

so close that they could feel each other's heartbeats

A housekeeper then entered and handed a set of clean clothes to Zion, who placed them on a nearby table. "I'll wait outside," he said.

Maeve nodded. She had sweated through the night and needed to freshen up. Once Zion stepped outside, she headed to the bathroom to shower.

Zion stood in the hallway, feeling the lingering warmth on his arm. He listened to the sound of water running inside and swallowed hard. After some time, Marve came out in clean, neat clothes. "I'm ready. We can go now."

She wore a casual shirt and jeans, her wavy hair still slightly damp and cascading over her shoulders.

Zion approached her and gently gathered her hair. Then he took her wrist and led her back into the room. "Where's the hairdryer?"

"It's here." Maeve handed him the hairdryer from the bathroom.

Zion plugged it in and started drying her hair with ease, lifting sections to ensure it was thoroughly dry. Once finished, he put the hairdryer

away.

"Mr. Spencer, your hair-drying skills are better than mine," Marve remarked. Caught off guard by the situation, she had intended to leave with her hair still slightly damp.

"I've worked in a barbershop for a while before, so I've g

got the technique down," Zion said with a half-smile, and Marve took it as a joke. "You just got c

over a fever. You need to take care of yourself, especially with your hair. If it stays damp, you'll end up with a headache all day." Maeve nodded, acknowledging the sense in his words. "So, the notorious and unruly Mr. Spencer once worked in a barbershop?" she asked.

"It was a long time ago. I had to do whatever it took to survive in a foreign country," Zion replied curtly, and Maeve didn't press further. Outside Scott Manor, a driver was already waiting for them.

They arrived at the hospital to find James still kneeling beside Philip's bed. Philip, however, hadn't spared James a glance.

Seeing Marve here, Zayla tactfully stepped out of the room.

"Uncle Phil," Marve greeted.

Hearing her voice, Philip's stern expression softened. He asked anxiously, "Maeve, are you alright? Were you hurt?"

"Don't worry, Uncle Phil. I'm fine"

Maeve glanced at James, and said, "James had been kneeling for hours, Uncle Phil. Please calm down."

At the mention of James, Philip's face twisted in anger. "I saw the news. For what this bastard had done to you, from now on, I, Philip Scott, will have no son!"

"Dad... I know I was wrong. Please, don't send me back to the police! I'm sorry!" James pleaded as he kowtowed, completely stripped of his dignity.

"Even if Mavy forgives you, I won't. I'll disown you. As for Sharon, I will divorce her!"

James collapsed to the floor at these words.

Maeve frowned. Despite everything that had happened, she had never seen Philip speak so harshly,This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.