Chapter 519 He Said He Wants to See You
The Bailey family had plenty of money, but instead of splurging on flashy luxury items, they preferred buying practical things that suited their age.
Lydia had received many gifts before, but no one had ever given her these. Listening to Austin explain the benefits and usage, she felt he was very thoughtful, and her impression of him improved. She regretted not having another daughter back then; now, seeing such a good young man, she could only watch helplessly.
She remarked, "Austin, you should come over more often. Tell me what you like to eat, and I'll have our housekeeper make it for you. Sarah's cooking is delicious."
The atmosphere was very harmonious. Winona didn't join in but instead took a photo with her phone and sent it to Zachary: [If you don't come back soon, your mom will belong to someone else.]
Zachary didn't reply, and Winona assumed he was driving, so she didn't think much of it.
Lydia went to the kitchen to make her specialty dish for Austin. Winona looked at the nutritional supplements piled up on the coffee table. She asked, "You said you were going to give me something. Is it just these?"
Austin replied, "Yes, the doctor said you need to pay attention to your nutrition during this period."
Winona thought to herself, 'You really have too much free time, coming all this way just to bring these things.'
But she kept this thought to herself and didn't say it out loud, grateful for his thoughtfulness, even though her miscarriage was a lie. She said, "Thank you."
The two chatted intermittently. Winona still hadn't received a response from Zachary, but considering the time, she thought that he should have arrived by now. Even if something unexpected happened, he should have had time to send a message.
Austin frowned. "Why are you so distracted, either looking at the door or your phone?"
Winona didn't hear what he was saying, stood up with a serious expression, and walked towards the garden with her phone. She said, "Sorry, I need to make a call."
She didn't know that Austin had already recognized Zachary and wanted to avoid exposing his identity, so she planned to make the call outside.
"Winona," Austin said, gripping her arm lightly, his gaze intense as he furrowed his brow. "I'm just going out for a smoke. You really shouldn't be out in this wind right now..."
Austin glanced at her phone, pondered for a moment, and said, "Make the call here or go to the second floor."
Then he went out.
Then Winona found Zachary's number and dialed it. "Sorry, the number you have dialed is turned off."
Could it be that his phone was dead?
But there were usually chargers in the car, so this shouldn't happen. Winona dialed again, but the response was still that the phone was off.
Winona began to feel uneasy. Could something have happened?
She called Zachary's current assistant, "Hello, this is Winona. I'm looking for Mr. Ramsey."
"Mr. Ramsey had an appointment today and went out," the assistant, knowing Winona was important to their boss, responded very respectfully. "When he returns, I'll have him call you back, or you can call Mr. Ramsey directly."
Winona asked, "Do you know who he had an appointment with?""Sorry, Miss Sullivan, Mr. Ramsey said it was a personal engagement and didn't tell me who it was with..." As he spoke, he heard the elevator ding and looked up to see Zachary, who was supposed to return after lunch, walking out of the elevator. He raised his voice. "Mr. Ramsey, you're back?"
He was about to hand over the phone when he saw Timothy following closely behind Zachary and stopped abruptly.
Timothy smiled. "What were you saying?"
Richard replied, "The collaboration with Sullivan's group fell through. They just called to reject our proposal."
"Sullivan's group?" Timothy looked at Zachary, puzzled. "Is there a Sullivan's group in Dreamopolis? I haven't heard of it before."
Richard quickly answered, "It's a small company that just emerged. It's their good luck that we even considered them, but they dared to reject us. There's a saying, 'not knowing what's good for you.'"
"Richard." Timothy's expression turned grave, his voice dripping with menace. "You're saying too much. I was addressing my brother, not you."
"Sorry, I tend to be a bit talkative. My mom often says my mouth will be the death of me." Richard apologized while bowing, "I'll be more concise next time and not interrupt."
For some reason, this amused Timothy, and the previously gloomy young man suddenly smiled broadly. "Your mom is really..."
Zachary interrupted him and waved to the assistant. "You can go now. If Sullivan's group rejected us, find another similar company. Do a thorough background check and send it to me."
"Got it." Richard disappeared as if he had rockets on his feet.
Despite his harmless appearance, Timothy always gave off a creepy vibe. Every time Richard was stared at by Timothy, it felt like being watched by a predator, ready to pounce and bite his neck at any moment.
Winona probably heard what Richard said earlier, so he didn't bother sending her a message.
As soon as Zachary entered the office, he immediately began working. He had originally planned to return to the Bailey family estate, but as soon as he left the tea room, he saw Timothy waiting outside.
Timothy, dragging his luggage and looking travel-worn, had eyes that lit up the moment he saw Zachary.
Timothy said, "Seeing me, you don't seem very happy?"
His gaze never left Zachary.
Zachary paused his signing and looked up. "Did Dad hit you when you went abroad this time?"
"Are you concerned about me?" Timothy's joy was evident, as his eyebrows and lips curled upward.
Zachary met his expectant gaze and felt that Timothy's mental state was even more unstable than before he went abroad, exuding a sense of madness. What repulsed Zachary even more was the strong possessiveness that occasionally flashed in his eyes.
Being stared at by a man like that would make any normal man feel disgusted.
But Timothy seemed to enjoy it. "You haven't answered my question," he said.
"Yes," Zachary replied curtly without looking up.
"No, Dad just scolded me; he didn't hit me," Timothy leaned closer to Zachary, his deliberately lowered voice a bit hoarse. "He said he wanted to see you."
Zachary knew Timothy was observing him, so he looked up and met his gaze. "When?"
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