Listening to the report on the other end of the phone, his expression was inexplicable as he asked,
“How is Zachary?”
Weston’s sudden question stunned the housekeeper for a minute before he replied, “Zack has been
doing fine these days!”
The person who was on the phone was the housekeeper in the villa. He had worked in the Ford family
for many years and knew all the twists and turns inside.
He knew well that outsiders thought Weston and Guinevere were very affectionate, and they had a son
together. But only those who worked in the Ford family knew that Weston rarely came home.
Although Guinevere had a busy career, she insisted on returning home every day, as if to declare her
status as Weston’s wife.
She seemed to be very obsessed with the title of Mrs. Ford.
The two of them were not so caring to Zachary. Guinevere was slightly better. At least she would put up
an act of being close to him in front of Wendy. But Weston seldom came home and only occasionally
asked about Zachary.
He was their only child and the first grandson of the Ford family. In terms of ostentation , there was no
one more striking than him.
But there was always an unspeakable sense of weirdness about the boy.
Weston hummed, but a tearful Stella appeared in front of his eyes, and an absurd thought appeared in
his mind. “I can take him for a while.”
“What?” The housekeeper thought he had heard it wrongly and then nodded ecstatically. “Sure! Ms.
Cohen will be thrilled when she finds out!”
As the housekeeper spoke, he glanced toward the second floor. “I’ll go tell her now. She’s almost
finished her work, and she should be able to go with Zack…”
“Don’t disturb her.” Weston interrupted him. “I will send someone to pick Zachary up. He will be with me
during this time. I don’t want anyone bothering us.”
“But-” The housekeeper wanted to say something, but the man just hung up the phone.
The housekeeper looked at the phone, feeling inexplicable.
It was great that Weston was willing to take Zachary with him, but why didn’t he want to tell
Guinevere…
At this time, Wendy came downstairs with Zachary in her arms. “Who called?”
“It was Mr. Weston.” The housekeeper took Zachary from her arms. “Our young master will go to his
father in a moment!”
“What do you mean?”
Wendy frowned. “Weston wants to pick Zachary up?”
Even she was a little surprised.
She knew her son the best, and he was never a tender man, yet he had the idea of taking care of
Zachary?
“Does Guinevere know about this?”
“Mr. Weston said to not tell Ms. Cohen first.”
Wendy pursed her lips but said nothing.
After a moment, she said, “Get the car. I’m going out.”
“Okay.”
It rained last night, and the surrounding was moist.
Stella had calmed down a lot.
She had been keeping a balance between things with her and Weston, but when he suddenly
mentioned the child, she had lost all control.
She shouldn’t have screamed at him like that.
She should be obnoxiously obedient, not challenging him.
She closed her eyes to adjust her state, and she became a little dazed after a while.
What she didn’t notice was that he was already standing behind
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