Chapter 559 Move a Little Over There
Zachary smirked mysteriously. "Let me give it another shot."
Winona looked confused. "What are you talking about?"
Seeing that Zachary wasn't going to explain, she didn't push it. She gathered their things and wheeled him to a private room. A nurse who had come for a routine check-up was already at the door and followed them in.
The private room had a narrow hospital bed and an extra cot for a companion.
Noticing Zachary's gaze shifting between the two beds, the nurse said bluntly, "You can't push the beds together."
Winona was speechless.
She couldn't help but notice the nurse's eyes flick to her lips as she spoke.
After taking Zachary's temperature and blood pressure, the nurse left, reminding them, "Don't lock the door."
Winona had barely slept the night before. Once Zachary was settled in bed, she couldn't hold out any longer. "I'm gonna take a nap. If you need anything, call me. Don't try to be a hero, and don't move around too much."
Winona had a hard time sleeping in unfamiliar places, especially if it was noisy or bright. But she was so exhausted that as soon as her head hit the pillow, she drifted into a deep sleep.
She had a dream. In it, she saw Timothy, covered in dirt and blood, with a twisted, obsessive smile on his face. His lips moved as he repeatedly called her name: "Winona."
Winona knew she was dreaming. She muttered, "How much do you hate me that I have to see you even in my dreams?"
The dream was so terrifying that it jolted her awake. She heard someone say "Timothy," and for a moment, she couldn't tell if she was still dreaming.
She opened her eyes, still groggy, and saw several police officers standing by Zachary's bed, taking notes. "What happened at the time?" one of them asked.
Realizing the police were making a statement, Winona closed her eyes again. Timothy was haunting her both in dreams and reality.
Zachary spoke calmly. "He tried to blow me up. I didn't want to die, but it was too late to get downstairs, so I jumped out the window. The bodyguards who left the building can confirm this."
He didn't mention that he had triggered the explosives first.
"There was a five-minute gap between the bodyguards leaving and the explosion. Did you have any altercations during that time?" the officer asked.
"The whole building was rigged with explosives, and he had the remote. Do you think I would argue with him in that situation?"
The officer continued, "From what we know, Mr. Ramsey, you and Timothy were close, like brothers. Why would he suddenly kidnap you and accuse you of illegal fundraising?"
They were criminal investigators, not handling economic cases, but they had seen the evidence Anthony submitted. It clearly showed that Nicholas had no involvement in the illegal fundraising.
The Ramsey family saw Zachary as their last hope and wanted him to help resolve the issue, so they hadn't revealed his true identity.
"His mental state was unstable. He would break down crying, saying he wished I were his real brother. He has recorded at a psychiatric clinic."
Zachary provided the clinic's address.
The officer scrutinized him, trying to detect any signs of deception. "Mr. Ramsey, our investigation shows that the real Nicholas is dead, and you are actually Zachary, who has been missing for six months. Why did you return as Nicholas instead of going back to the Bailey family?"
This was easy to verify. Nicholas and Zachary looked identical, and with witnesses from the accident scene and today's visitors, Lydia and Evander, a DNA test would quickly confirm it.
Zachary showed no surprise at the revelation. "Yeah, but I only recently remembered I was Zachary. Timothy had Dr. Wilson hypnotize me into thinking I was Nicholas, and the Ramsey family said I was their long-lost child."
"Do you have a personal vendetta against him? Did you kill him first, then set off the explosives and escape?"
Zachary looked at him with a commanding presence. "You're police officers, not gossip columnists. You need evidence, not assumptions. If you have proof of what you just said, show it."
The officer's face tightened. He asked a few more questions, which Zachary answered flawlessly.
"Alright," the officer said, closing his notebook. They were just following protocol. Timothy's autopsy showed he died from impact injuries, not pre-existing wounds. "Timothy is confirmed dead. Do you know if he has any family?"
They had checked his records. His mother was listed as unknown, his father deceased, and no other relatives.
The body was still in the morgue, and they needed to contact the family to handle it unless there were no relatives or friends to claim it.
Zachary replied, "I don't know."
After the police left, Zachary turned to Winona. "Are you awake?"
Winona had only opened her eyes briefly at the start and had pretended to sleep since. She didn't know how Zachary knew she was awake.
"Yeah," she replied, still not opening her eyes.
She was exhausted, her eyes and head aching, but she couldn't fall back asleep.
"Are you hungry? I can have the nurse bring some food," Zachary offered.
Annoyed by his talking, Winona buried her face in the pillow and shook her head.
Zachary fell silent. She heard the bed creak, thinking he was just shifting positions, and didn't pay it any mind. She just wanted to sleep.
But soon, she had to open her eyes.
She heard the sound of a wheelchair moving, and the next moment, Zachary's warm lips touched her skin, trailing from her cheek to her lips. Their breaths mingled, creating a thrilling sensation.
Winona's face heated up. She opened her eyes, about to speak, but Zachary's tongue slipped in, deepening the kiss.
She had drawn the curtain halfway before sleeping, blocking the view from the door, which allowed Zachary to act freely. He held her head, kissing her passionately, occasionally making soft, intimate sounds.
Winona's long eyelashes brushed against Zachary's skin, tickling him and heightening the tension.
Zachary pulled back slightly, his breath hot against her ear. "Move over a bit."
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