Married a Secret Billionaire
Chapter 1531

Zuko had told him that Zephyr often faced tricky questions from Cordelia when they were young. Even after Zuko got married, Lina didn't spare him from those questions. Now, it was his turn! It seemed like the fate of Hamerton men, an inevitable part of their lives no matter how hard they tried to avoid it!

"No, no, I... How could I possibly... With her... She..."

Chris grew flustered and sweaty, and Lena couldn't hold back her laughter any longer. She burst into giggles.

She enjoyed the food. That evening, she finally let go of the past and started anew.

Winter passed, and spring arrived.

Bianca and Drake had faced the consequences. Bianca, in particular, brought disgrace upon the family and was shunned by the entire Mosleys.

Fleur paid no attention to Drake's nonsense at the event. However, the power of rumors was relentless, and this incident became widely known within their circle.

Despite that, Fleur, true to her character, fiercely defended against the gossip.

She often brought Lena to various social occasions, insisting on having Lena by her side, even during poker games. Every time they appeared in public, Fleur took special care in dressing Lena.

"As my daughter-in-law, you mustn't embarrass the Warnocks!" She held Lena's hand and smiled affectionately. "Stand tall and proud. Exude confidence!"

Marco pursed his lips and muttered almost inaudibly, "My daughter-in-law belongs to the Hamertons-the Hamertons! Sigh..."

Chris and Lena exchanged glances and chuckled together.

Alexander continued to excel in his studies at school. These children from the mountains cherished their hard-earned opportunities, putting in extra effort in their studies. Some, gifted as they were, outshone their peers significantly. Several prominent families recognized them as future talented individuals.

Due to Lena, Zuko and Lina closely watched Alexander, hoping he would serve the Hamerton Group well in the future.

Apart from his busy academic life, Alexander often found himself gazing into the distance on the school field. He looked at the evening sky and the pigeons, often reminiscing about that old abandoned factory in the suburbs, the winding path in the countryside, and the doll-like girl who used to call him "brother".

He had promised her he would learn to fold paper cranes. He now had a glass bottle filled with the paper cranes he had folded, but where had she gone?

It had been about three or four months since their last meeting. Had the little princess really forgotten about him?

Alexander sighed and returned to the classroom. The field there was spacious and well-kept, unlike the dusty one in the mountains. However, he noticed a line of ants moving near a tree, just like the ones in the mountains.

Feeling mischievous, he was about to step on them, but his foot froze in mid-air, and a sweet voice echoed in his mind. "Brother, we should care for all creatures! Ants are helpful insects. We can't harm them!" Alexander slowly lowered his foot, momentarily stunned, then smiled and hurried back to the classroom when he heard the bell ring.

Meanwhile, Nala lay in the hospital, staring at the darkening sky outside her window. She disliked this place. The walls were painfully white, and everything she saw was sterile. She preferred vibrant and colorful surroundings. The scent of disinfectant in the air made her feel dizzy and nauseous.

What she disliked most, or rather, what she feared most, was the occasional needle prick. She remembered her first injection, how she had cried her heart out. Her parents didn't come to her rescue. Instead, they helped the doctor hold her down, letting her cry herself hoarse.

Gradually, she began to understand her condition through the bruises, the frequent low-grade fevers, the occasional nosebleeds, and the doctor's solemn expressions.

Nala couldn't help but feel sad. Would she ever be well enough to visit the field and find Alexander again?

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