Eventually, Zephyr relented. “Fine, you sly old fox. I shall treat your wife.” He heaved a long sigh of resignation. “But you must promise me never to sell this house, demolish it, or use it to threaten me again.” I have to put all the security measures in place in case this b*stard comes after me again.
Alexander’s lips curled in a fake smile. “If you’re that worried about the property, why didn’t you take ownership of it?”
“I reserve my right to refuse to answer.” Zephyr put his hands in his pockets, refusing to elaborate further.
“Of course.” Alexander stopped pressing for answers. “Now tell me what you need. Anything you can come up with, I’ll get them for you. No matter how expensive.”
“Ah, I can purchase the herbs myself. Just foot the bill for me. Now, let me see the wound.” Zephyr composed himself and got into his work mode.
“Let’s take this to the study.”
Elise was wearing a mask to hide her scarred face from the public. When they finally entered the study, she took her mask down. Zephyr was a little surprised to see her true looks, but it would take more than that to shock him. I see why she won’t show her face. “I won’t tell anyone.”
“I trust that you won’t.” Alexander had faith in the doctor. “Now, check her wound.” Zephyr nodded and approached Elise, the look on his face solemn. “I’ll need you to show your wound, Elise. Might have some skin contact, so pardon me.” He was a professional, but he had to make that disclaimer just in case Alexander got jealous.
“It’s alright. I’ll be counting on you.” She pushed her hair upward, revealing the scar on her left forehead. It ran from her temples to the corner of her eye. A frown furrowed his brows. This is going to be complicated.”
“Just tell us if you can do this.” Alexander wanted a definite answer.
“I’ll try my best.” Can’t say I can’t deal with this. Narissa was in the room next door, holding Alexia in her arms. “Lexi, you can’t trust men, especially the handsome ones. The prettier they are, the more of a cheat they can be.”
“But Daddy’s handsome, and so is Irvin. Am I supposed to not trust them?”
Alexander was the most handsome guy Narissa had ever seen. Elise was the prettiest, and then Irvin was the cutest kid she ever laid her eyes on. The whole family was made up of beautiful people. “Except for them. I’m talking about strangers. People we don’t know.” Especially that Zephyr. “They’re super crafty, so don’t fall for their lies.”
“Did someone bully you, Godmother?” Little Alexia was eager to open a fresh vat of gossip.
“Yeah. The guy who came to our house today. Lexi, you have to ignore him, alright? I don’t like him,” Narissa said, acting a little childlike.
“Sure,” Alexia answered seriously. “He’ll learn his lesson, Godmother. That always happens to villains.”
Irvin told me only bad guys would talk down to Mommy. Then, by that logic, only bad guys would talk down to Godmother as well. After Zephyr was done with his diagnosis, he came down to the lounge and caught a break. It was then that Alexia used Irvin’s leftover drug to spike Zephyr’s water. She then served it to him. “Here, mister. Some water.” She beamed innocently. Nobody would think she was up to something.
Zephyr was no exception. He was about to drink the water, but just before he did, Zephyr caught a whiff of a unique scent coming from the glass. He paused for a moment, but then he finished the water and handed the glass back to Alexia with a smile. “Thanks, girl.”
“No problem.” Alexia took the glass and placed it on the coffee table that was further away so her parents wouldn’t take it.
While she wasn’t looking, Zephyr whipped out a needle and poked the girl’s nape with it. Then he tucked the needle away and crossed his legs, scrolling through his phone.
Alexia was staring at him, waiting for the drug to kick in, but almost fifteen minutes had gone by, and yet Zephyr remained fine. Impatient, the girl asked, “Aren’t you feeling anything, mister?” That was when she felt her neck getting itchy. She scratched it only for that sensation to extend down to her back. Her arms weren’t long enough to reach that part of her back, and the itch was driving her crazy.
He leaned over to her. Evilly, he said, “I figured out the stuff you spiked my drink with when I was fifteen, and I got vaccinated against it. It’s ineffective on me. Now, tell me who made that stuff and I’ll stop that itch you’re feeling.”
He was surprised to find out someone actually made that drug. It was the perfect imitation… Nay, it was better than the one he made. The one who made that drug must be a talented doctor as well, or so he thought. If I can find out who they are, I can finally have someone to inherit my legacy.
Alexia wouldn’t sell her brother out, so she kept trying to scratch the itch, but to no avail. When her father showed up, the girl puckered her lips and waddled over to him, asking for his help.
She hugged his leg, tearfully saying, “Daddy, my back is itchy. I can’t take this!” And then she cried. Alexander quickly picked the girl up and scratched her back as he coldly demanded,
“What happened?” Zephyr stood up. Calmly, he said, “Just let her have a taste of her own medicine. She has to learn that there is always someone better out there.”
He held back because she was a child. If she was a fully-fledged adult, he could have killed or crippled her easily.
Alexia felt her face starting to get itchy as well, and she kept smacking her cheeks. Alexander thought she was slapping herself. It was all in his mind, though, but it still upset him.
Narissa had just come down with her shopping bags in hand. She noticed what was going on with the girl, and she roared, “You scum! You’d lay a hand on a mere child?”
“She didn’t really care about me when she spiked my drink. If you think she’s innocent, why don’t you take the same drink I had?” Zephyr might be a nonchalant man, but he was incredibly firm when it came to morals.
Narissa caught an important piece of information in that exchange, and she looked at Alexia. “You tried to drug him, Lexi?”
Alexia bit her lip and hung her head low in shame, but then she started fidgeting and struggling with the itch. Fury crept into Alexander’s eyes as his face fell. He strode over and extended his hand. “The cure.”
A frustrated Zephyr protested, “Hey, be reasonable, will you?”
The dark light of murder glinted within Alexander’s eyes. Ye the stubborn Zephyr refused to budge. He was the guest here, not a punching bag, and he refused to be one.
Elise was in the kitchen, but she noticed the tension that was hanging in the air. She wiped her hands off and quickly came over to take Alexia from Alexander. “Lexi, tell Mommy what happened.”
