Chapter 552 Who Are You
Anthony seemed to be deliberately provoking Rebecca. "Go ahead if you want. I don't care."
"In your dreams," Rebecca muttered, her voice softening as she looked at Anthony's face, just inches away. Anthony, who could dominate the courtroom and win every case, had an aura that could crush her.
Rebecca pushed against Anthony's chest, trying to create some space. "Back off a bit."
It was fine when she was sitting, but once she stood up, the distance between them was so close it felt like they were about to touch. Rebecca didn't dare breathe too hard, afraid her breath would blow onto Anthony's face.
Anthony raised an eyebrow. "Am I standing too close for you to talk?"
"Yeah, I'm afraid..." Under Anthony's intense gaze, Rebecca's voice grew smaller and smaller until she weakly changed "you" to "me." "I'm afraid I have bad breath and it'll bother you."
Anthony leaned in closer, looking like he was about to kiss her, his breath warm on her face.
Rebecca's eyes widened in shock, and she quickly tilted her head back to avoid him. "What are you doing?"
"No bad breath, just mint."
Rebecca was so annoyed she laughed. "Doesn't that smell familiar?"
Immediately, Anthony's arms were filled with candy, the kind they kept on the table for clients. "Your company's candy, mint-flavored. I just had some."
The hard mint candies fell from Anthony's grasp, some landing at their feet with a clatter.
Winona saw them bickering again and couldn't help but pinch the bridge of her nose. Just then, someone knocked on the door, so she hung up the phone and went to open it.
It was Matthew.
He held a pharmacy bag with disinfectant inside. "Your wound got wet; it needs to be treated."
Winona looked down at her hand. The wound had turned white from soaking in water. She had been so engrossed in her video chat with Rebecca that she forgot about it. She reached out to take the medicine from him. "Thanks."
Matthew asked, "Need a hand?"
"No, I got it."
Matthew had expected Winona to refuse, so he didn't insist. He nodded. "Alright, get some rest."
The next day.
Zachary was moved to a regular room. Although he was out of danger, he hadn't woken up yet.
Winona carefully wiped the remaining blood off his skin with a damp cloth. The doctor said Zachary had hit his head when he fell down the stairs, which might cause aftereffects, but they wouldn't know what until he woke up.
As the cloth brushed his nose, Zachary's eyelashes fluttered.
Winona froze, staring at Zachary with a tense expression. "Zachary?"
Zachary slowly opened his eyes, feeling pain in his head. He pressed his forehead and couldn't help but groan.
The atmosphere in the room became extremely tense because of that groan.
Winona's face was tight. "Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
Zachary glanced at the people in the room, and then focused on Winona, who was staring at him intently. He said something shocking: "Who are you?"
Winona was stunned, blinking in disbelief. "What did you say?"
What kind of aftereffects could come from a head injury?
Headache, dizziness, nausea, coma—Winona had considered all these, but she never thought Zachary would ask who she was.
"You..."
Winona could only say one word before she couldn't continue.
She had experienced too many ups and downs that night, and she felt like a tightly wound string that had finally snapped. All her pent-up emotions poured out, her eyes reddening, and tears rolling down. "Did you lose your memory?"
Seeing Winona cry, Zachary panicked. He sat up abruptly, forgetting he was still injured from falling down the stairs. The sudden movement pulled at his wounds, causing his face to twist in pain, and he fell back onto the bed. "Winona, I was joking. I didn't lose my memory."
Zachary was so anxious he started to stutter, tightly holding Winona's hand. "I just thought the room's atmosphere was too heavy, so I made a joke. Winona, don't cry. I didn't mean it."
Winona glared at Zachary, her eyes full of grievance and anger. "Let go."
Zachary held her hand with one hand and pressed his forehead with the other, his face full of pain. "Winona, don't move. I'm dizzy and feel like throwing up."
"Are you still pretending? Zachary, if I believe you again..."
Zachary suddenly turned to the side and vomited over the edge of the bed.
Winona was startled and quickly pressed the call button above the bed, patting Zachary's back and giving him water to rinse his mouth. After cleaning up, she helped him lie down. "Don't move. The doctor said you have a moderate concussion from hitting your head when you fell. Dizziness and nausea are normal. You need to rest."
The doctor arrived quickly and, after asking about the situation, said, "It's nothing serious. Just make sure to rest, and avoid physical activity and emotional stress. Someone should stay in the room to monitor the patient at all times. If anything seems off, press the call button immediately."
"Okay, thank you." Winona wanted to get up and see the doctor out, but Zachary held her hand tightly, afraid she would disappear if he let go. She awkwardly nodded at the doctor, watching them leave.
Zachary said, "Don't be mad. I really just wanted to lighten the mood. You heard the doctor; I need someone to stay with me. If you don't, what if I fall asleep and don't wake up?"
Winona was so angry at Zachary's self-cursing that she lightly punched his shoulder. "Your sarcasm skills have leveled up, huh? Not only do you insult others, but you also insult yourself. Equal opportunity attacks."
Matthew chimed in gleefully, "I'll hire a caregiver for you, three shifts a day, watching you closely. They won't let you sleep too long. And I'll have the housekeeper bring you meals three times a day, rain or shine. As for Winona, she's been busy and tired these past few days. I'll take her home when I leave."
Zachary snapped, "Why are you everywhere? Get lost. Seeing you gives me a headache."
Samuel asked, "Are you feeling better?"
"Just some external injuries. I'll be fine after some rest."
"Good," Samuel nodded and left without staying a second longer, taking Matthew with him.
Winona cleaned the floor and took out a bottle of perfume from her bag, spraying it around. Zachary lay on the bed, watching her actions, feeling wronged. "You think I'm disgusting."
Winona gave Zachary a look that said, "What are you talking about?" "Should I bring the trash can over and put it next to you?"
Zachary suddenly said, "Matthew mentioned you've been busy and tired these past few days."
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