Chapter 318 I'll Help You Treat Your Illness
Eva and Winona took a few steps away. Zachary had originally disagreed, but he couldn't argue with Winona in the end.
"Winona, what's going on between you and my Uncle Frank?" Eva's eyes were filled with jealousy as she glared at her.
Winona raised an eyebrow. "What are you getting at, Miss Turner?"
"My Uncle Frank has always liked Ian. He's never hit him before. Today, he not only hit him because of you but also gave you his private contact info. If you say there's nothing shady going on, I won't buy it."
"Eva, did it ever cross your mind that Ian got hit because he deserved it for being a jerk? I'm curious, how did you get Ian to keep quiet about you?"
Even though Ian was beaten to tears, he hadn't mentioned Eva at all.
It didn't seem like these cousins were that close.
Eva's face turned pale. "You know?"
"Why else do you think I switched rooms with Mr. Simmons?"
When she stepped on him, she had taken the chance to swap the room key card from his pocket.
Winona smirked. "I know today's mess was your plan, and I know the museum incident was your doing too. You promised to send Aleah's son abroad for studies, so she took the fall for you."
She sneered. "Eva, a vicious woman like you dreaming of marrying into the Bailey family? Maybe in your next life, if you come back as a stray dog."
"Winona, you knew all along I had bad intentions?" Eva's voice rose. "You just watched me make a fool of myself?"
Eva calmed down and sneered. "So what if you know? What can you do to me? I have the Turner family behind me. Crushing you would be like squashing an ant.
You think Ian got hit because of what you said? My Uncle Frank only gave you some face because of Mr. Bailey. Without his support, even if you were wronged to death today, it would just be a matter of buying a tombstone."
Winona didn't react as Eva expected. "Hmm, you have a point. By the way, I have a surprise for you."
Eva looked at her uncertainly. "What do you mean?"
Winona didn't respond, just gave her a slight smile.
That smile sent chills down Eva's spine.
By the time she realized she wanted to ask more, Winona had already walked away. She watched her back, feeling a sense of déjà vu.
She frowned, trying to recall if she had seen Winona somewhere before.
Behind her, Frank walked out from the door. Eva quickly composed herself and approached. "Uncle Frank, are you going to..."
But before she could finish her sentence, a roaring voice interrupted. "Eva, you liar!"
Someone suddenly rushed out from an unknown corner and grabbed her by the neck.
It was Aleah.
She looked crazed. Having had a tough time in prison, her hair had turned mostly white, and her eyes were bloodshot as she glared at Eva. "You promised to send my son abroad for studies. Why was the spot canceled? Why? Did you lie to me?"
On their way back home, Ian's news broke out.
[Bombshell! Ian Turner Unmasked as Gay.]
[Ian's Elusive Partner Comes to Light.]
[Scandalous Claims: Ian Bullies Crew Newcomers and Throws Cup at Director's Head in Fit of Rage Over Stringent Demands, Halting Production for a Week.]
[Further Allegations: Ian's Promiscuous Lifestyle Exposed, Frequent Partner Swaps and Wild Parties Adding Fuel to the Fire.]
Seven of the top ten trending searches were dedicated solely to him, sparking speculation whether he had inadvertently angered the media or if there were puppet masters orchestrating the scene behind closed doors. Intrigued, she delved deeper into the articles, finding detailed accounts of the time, place, and eyewitness testimonies, all corroborating the sensational stories.
Ian had been in the entertainment industry for quite some time. These dirty deeds had never been exposed before, but now they were all coming out.
Winona turned to look at Zachary, who was driving. Sensing her gaze, he glanced at her lit-up screen. "If you're just going to say thank you, then shut up."
Winona was speechless.
She obediently swallowed her "thank you" and turned to look out the window.
Even though he was the one who told her to shut up, he ended up being the one who got angry.
They returned home in a low-pressure atmosphere. After getting out of the car, Zachary went straight upstairs without saying a word, not even turning on the lights.
Winona stood in the foyer for a while, looking somewhat dazed, as if lost in thought. After a long time, she finally headed to the kitchen.
She took a small cake from the fridge and picked the most expensive bottle of wine from the wine cabinet, sitting on a high stool to drink slowly.
The warm, dim light made her face look even more inviting.
She rested her chin on her hand, tilting her head towards the stairs, her eyes half-closed. She was still wearing a black, form-fitting evening dress with a small V-neck and a long skirt, her fair skin glowing with a hint of pink, exuding an unconscious allure and charm.
When Zachary came downstairs, this was the enticing scene he saw.
He pursed his lips and frowned as he walked over.
At that moment, he wasn't thinking about anything else.
His only thought was, 'Winona is drunk.'
She got a bit clingy when she was drunk.
"Did you drink?"
This was clearly a rhetorical question.
The bottle on the table was empty, and she reeked of alcohol, the smell so strong he could sense it from a distance.
Winona's head followed his movements, but her hand slipped, and she suddenly fell onto the table, her chin hitting it with a "bang."
"Winona..." Zachary was both amused and exasperated. He quickly pulled her up and held her in his arms. There was a red mark on her chin, stark against her fair skin. "Making me angry and not wanting to apologize, so you drink to play the victim?"
Winona leaned against him, her hand wandering over his body.
It wasn't really wandering; it was moving down his abdomen.
Zachary's eyes darkened. He grabbed her hand, his voice hoarse. "Any lower, and you're crossing the line."
"Did the doctor say there's still hope?"
Zachary was shocked.
"Have you tried with other women?" She answered her own question, "Oh, I asked this last time. Did you change that quack? What did the other doctors say?"
Zachary remained silent.
The veins on his forehead throbbed, but he couldn't argue with a drunk. He bent down and said, "I'll carry you upstairs to sleep."
Winona, her eyes bleary, looked up at him, her eyes reflecting the light like countless shining stars. "Thank you for today. As a reward, I'll help you treat your illness."
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