Married a Secret Billionaire
Chapter 481

Charlie smiled helplessly and was going to pick up a wine glass when Rowan caught his hand mercilessly.

"No drinking!" Rowan glared at him. "You can't drive after you drink!"

Charlie was befuddled. "Mr. Irwin, didn't you say that... we'll walk back later?"

"Who said that!?"

Rowan glared at Charlie but was immensely gentle to the person on the line.

"Cordelia, calm down... Oh, don't fret!

"Don't worry, don't worry. I'm just around!

"Not far at all! Hah, I'll be there very soon. I promise I'll heal Elder Mr. Hamerton!

"Silly child, what are you saying? No need to be courteous with me!"

Rowan put on his jacket and ran out as he spoke.

Charlie chuckled wryly on the spot. He looked at the two glasses of wine that were not even touched reluctantly before he sighed and went after his boss.

The pub was obviously a long way from Hamerton Manor!

Rowan kept urging Charlie to step down on the pedal on the way.

When they arrived at the manor, the living room was filled with people, but Rowan only had his eyes on Cordelia.

He smiled at her with a sense of duty and pride in being needed by his daughter and went up the stairs with his medical kit.

Zephyr watched him and could not help feeling sorry when he recalled the same man at Imperial Media who had argued with him and then left forlornly.

He turned to look at Cordelia and wrapped an arm around her shoulders to pull her into his embrace with complicated feelings.

A while later, Rowan left the room, and everyone crowded around him instantly.

"Don't worry." Rowan sounded confident. "I've given Elder Mr. Hamerton acupuncture. He'll be alright."

He then handed a bottle of oils to Clark. "Let him take this twice a day and one pill each time."

Clark took it and memorized what Rowan said dutifully.

"From what I see, Elder Mr. Hamerton's embolism is due to over-nourishment," said Rowan. "He mustn't take those tonics anymore! I've taken a look at the residue. The ingredients are good, but the ratio is obviously wrong.

"Elder Mr. Hamerton's senior in age now. How could he afford to be supplemented like this?"

Zephyr's guard went up immediately, and he asked for the person in charge to send the tonic daily to be brought over.

A while later, the person came-it was a man who looked honest. He wore a Hamerton employee's uniform and stood there cautiously. When he occasionally peeked at Zephyr, he quickly ducked his head down.

Zephyr found him to be familiar but could not recall who he was.

"Sir, he's Lukas Welkie," Clark told him. "Mr. Welkie's nephew..."

Zephyr was alarmed.

Mr. Welkie was a butler in Gale Bay whose duty was to take care of Henry and Kate's daily needs. How could it be him?

"Mr. Welkie's nephew hasn't found a job after graduating, so Mr. Welkie came to me to ask for a job for his nephew," explained Clark. "So he was recruited into the Hamertons."

Zephyr questioned icily, "Then what about the tonic? Does he know how to prescribe the ratio?"

"No, I don't!" Lukas nearly fell to his knees as his eyes flitted around in guilty conscience.

When he met eyes with Yale, both of them paused before averting their gazes in unison.

Matthew, who was clueless, mocked Henry right away. "Oh, the tonic sender's from your side, Henry?

"Those who know will understand that you're helping dad, but those who don't will think that you're poisoning him!"

Henry stood aside quietly without a word, not fighting back even when others threw accusations at him.

Kate was the one who stepped up. "Matthew Hamerton, what rubbish are you on? I can sue you for slandering when you speak without proof!"

"Hah, who am I slandering?" Matthew looked victorious. "I'm speaking the truth! Mr. Irwin here said that the tonic's ratio is problematic! And the person sending it daily is from Gale Bay! How can you not be involved?"

"You" Kate was furious.

It was then a soft voice spoke up. "Zephyr, I think Uncle Matthew's the one who usually takes care of your grandfather the best at home, right?"

Zephyr paused before he laced their fingers together.

Cordelia continued to talk with a soft volume, but it was clear enough for everyone to hear it.

"If Uncle Matthew's so good to grandpa, why does he stay away like the plague on the matter of medication?

"It doesn't seem logical, does it?

"Or you have some other plans, Uncle Matthew?"

A few sentences were all it took to render Matthew speechless. He stared at Cordelia with bulging eyes and a red, flustered face.

"You! Who do you think you are!? You aren't even part of the family yet, and you're poking your nose into our family affairs?" Zephyr took a step forward and put a hand on Cordelia's shoulder. His gaze that was trained on Matthew was as if it was ice. "What did you say, Uncle Matthew? I didn't catch it clearly!"

His words were light but authoritative.

In addition to his domineering presence and stern expression, Matthew shrank back. He was indignant but didn't dare to confront Zephyr directly either. Matthew muttered, "That's a lot of business for an outsider to be concerned with! Even if dad allows you into the family, the board of directors won't agree! "Self-awareness is a wonderful thing to have! Does she really think she's Cinderella? Hah, dream on..."

While Matthew was muttering to himself, he did not realize that Rowan had gotten behind him. Rowan then pushed hard against a certain pressure point below his hips. Matthew was surprised as he felt a numbness around his hips before he felt a gush of warmth flowing...

Clark was stunned. "Mr. Matthew, you... You're..."

Matthew had yet to react to what happened but took in how everyone was looking at him as well as below him in shock...

He looked down as well, only to see a pool of liquid on the floor-it was his!

He had wet himself right in front of everyone!

Despite his embarrassment and anger, the numbness below his hip area grew stronger, and he could not even move. He stood rooted and took in the gazes like a statue, not even having the ability to change his pants as his legs felt as if they were electrocuted. He was weak as he stood, yet unable to sit.

"R-Rowan Irwin!" Matthew roared in rage.

Rowan shushed him and flashed him a smile.

"Don't be afraid, Mr. Matthew. This only numbs you temporarily. It's like partial anesthesia in medicine."

"W-Why are you doing this!?" Matthew bellowed, "Are you on that brat's side?"

Rowan glanced at him with a smirk. "Should I be on your side instead?"

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