Helena opened her clear eyes, in which there was no signs of sleepiness at all.
Steffan asked, "Do you want some more sleep?"
Helena sat up in bed, stared at him without blinking and said, "Steffan, four years passed by, and you
still don’t like Ophelia."
Steffan gave a smile and replied, "She’s not my ideal daughter-in-law, but I neither like nor dislike her."
The moment Helena got out of bed, Steffan reached out to help her. "You just recovered. Just stay in
bed."
Helena shook Steffan’s hands off and, rarely, argued, "I like Ophelia. I don’t know why, but we just hit it
off. She always knows what I’m thinking. I’m not an innocent girl anymore, and I can tell she’s more
suitable for Zachariah than Cora. It’s a pity that Zachariah is obsessed with someone he can’t get, and
thus he has no idea what he really wants."
Steffan poured a glass of water for Helena, passed it to her and said, "Have some water, and then let’s
talk about it."
Helena took the glass, had a sip of water and asked, "Steffan, are you really willing to accept Cora as
your daughter-in-law?"
Steffan took Helena into his arms and whispered, "Zachariah can take care of himself, and you don’t
have to worry about him."
However, Helena took a tough stance this time, saying, "Steffan, I’ll put it frankly here. There’s only one
daughter-in-law in my opinion, and that one is Ophelia. I don’t recognize any other woman as
Zachariah’s wife."
Steffan smiled bitterly and said, "Helena, don’t be stubborn. Just like what I said just now, Zachariah
can take care of himself. He’s a smart one, and even more capable than me. I believe he can handle
his emotional life."
Helena darted a look of disapproval at Steffan and said grumpily, "But I think he’s a stupid one. He
wants to abandon his wife and baby for that woman. I won’t be the least bit surprised to see he regrets
it in the future."
Steffan couldn’t help but laugh, comforting, "Alright, don’t get mad. Zachariah is almost 30. I believe
he’ll figure out what he wants."
Helena nodded, but still stood by her opinion. "Ophelia is the only daughter-in-law in my whole life, and
I won’t accept any other woman."
Amused, Steffan persuaded, "Aren’t you putting Zachariah in an awkward situation by doing this?
Savannah will also get jealous if you keep favoring Ophelia. I’m afraid that the relationship between you
two will deteriorate."
Helena went silent.
Steffan held Helena in his arms lovingly and said, "Helena, I know you really like Ophelia, but you can’t
go too far. Savannah is your daughter. Yes, she’s headstrong, but she’s still a kind girl. It’s just because
you’ve been favoring Ophelia for the last four years that you two have grown apart. It’ll be too late to
regret when irreparable damage is done to your relationship."
Helena said nothing.
Steffan didn’t force her to reply either.
Five minutes later, Helena compromised, "I’ll try to be fair in the future."
Steffan held Helena tighter.
On the one hand, Steffan calmed Helena down. On the other hand, after Zachariah got out of the room,
he went to his bedroom. Just as he was about to knock on the door, he thought of something and
hesitated.
At last, Zachariah opened the door directly, only to see Ophelia sitting at the bedside reading a book.
She appeared to be reading, but her eyes were blank. Apparently, she was in a daze.
Zachariah walked up to Ophelia and drew the book out of her hands. She came to her senses, looking
up at him blankly. Zachariah’s heart couldn’t help but twitch when he was stared by Ophelia like this.
Confusion flashed across Ophelia’s eyes before she returned to normal and said, "President Zachariah,
you’re back. Is Helena awake?"
Zachariah shook his head, sat down on the bed and took Ophelia into his arms, whispering, "What
were you doing just now?"
Ophelia said with a smile, "Didn’t you just take the book out of my hands, President Zachariah? Why do
you ask such a stupid question?"
Zachariah waved the book in his hand and said, "You were holding the book upside down. You couldn’t
be reading."
Ophelia didn’t feel embarrassed that Zachariah saw through her, but only said, "I was absent-minded.
Since Miss Fletcher is pregnant, I wonder when a replacement like me will get out of the Chambers
Mansion. I just hope I won’t be too humiliated when I get out of the house."
Zachariah didn’t want to see the sadness in Ophelia’s eyes, so he raised his hand and covered them,
asking, "Who says you’re going to get out of our house?"
Ophelia responded by asking, "Isn’t that what will happen to me?"
Zachariah paused before he said, "Don’t worry. Even if we get divorced, you won’t be humiliated, but
be sent away in a limo."
"I appreciate your generosity, President Zachariah," Ophelia hid the sarcasm in her tone very well. "I
foresaw what would happen to me today back when I married you four years ago. Since we’ve been
married for years, can you promise me one thing, President Zachariah?"
"Go ahead."
Ophelia said nothing instead. Zachariah drew back his hand, only to see Ophelia’s eyes were closed.
He lowered his head, kissed her on the lips and said teasingly, "Just say whatever you want to say."
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