His Coy Lover

Even if they arranged it, if Young Master didn’t cooperate, it would be useless.

Knowing that Young Master still had a chance to recover, the old lady, her husband, and everyone else had tried everything to persuade him. But if the Young Master didn’t cooperate, even the old lady couldn’t do anything about it.

She could only let Young Master sit in a wheelchair, sitting like that for a year.

“Good, good, good news. This is really good news. Call your Madam and let her know. For Charles’s sake, Anna has been worrying too much,” the old lady laughed happily.

Afraid that Anna would continue to make trouble for Zelda, making Charles feel that his mother was against him, the couple had already gone on vacation to the Winston Islands.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Their eldest son was also formidable. Even if Zelda tried, she couldn’t outsmart their eldest son.

“Okay, I’ll call Madam now and let her know. Madam, I think Young Master’s willingness to do rehabilitation is somewhat related to Zelda.”

Charles hadn’t told his family about his marriage to Zelda.

Zack laughed joyfully when calling Zelda “Madam” to make the old lady happy. He didn’t dare to say it here in the main house of the center.

The old lady frowned slightly. “How is it related to her? Does she have such great ability to make Charles change his mind? I couldn’t even make him change his mind.”

Zack didn’t dare to say that Young Master treated Madam differently. He could only say tactfully, “Maybe it’s because Zelda has a lively personality, which stimulated Young Master. Young Master probably wants to do rehabilitation and stand up again. Zelda hurt Young Master’s self-esteem before. In front of her, the Young Master must always want to regain face.”

After thinking about it, the old lady felt Zack made sense.

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The old lady’s words were too harsh and sounded like a threat.

“Zelda has been running around these past few days. What is she doing? When she comes back this afternoon, tell her to come see me. I want to talk to her myself.”

Rarely did her grandson agree to do rehabilitation, and the old lady would not allow him to give up again.

Zack hesitated, “… Alright.”

Did he provoke the old lady for his young mistress?

He hoped Young Master wouldn’t blame him for talking too much.

“Anything else?”

“No.”

“Well, you can go make the call then.”

“Yes.”

Zack respectfully responded and then quietly excited.

Once he was gone, the old lady stood up and went inside.

She went to the altar dedicated to her late husband and silently looked at his portrait.

After a while, she said, “Old man, our precious grandson is finally willing to do rehabilitation. Thank goodness. Bless him from up there, help him recover quickly, and regain his strength.”

Now that Charles was willing to do rehabilitation, it was indeed a good thing.

But the heavy stone weighing on the old lady’s heart was that Charles couldn’t have children with Zelda.

He was the successor they had cultivated with all their efforts throughout their lives. When Charles took over the Winston business empire as an adult, it made the couple very satisfied. Under Charles’s management, the already strong Winston flourished, reaching its peak era.

It would be a pity if such a clever grandson couldn’t leave behind the next generation.

Meanwhile, Zelda, who had just woken up from her nap, checked the time and realized she was about to be late. She hurriedly rolled out of bed.

She rushed outside.

“Zelda, are you leaving me like this after waking me up?”

His low, cold voice successfully stopped her in her tracks.

Zelda turned around, smiling sweetly, “Charles, I’m about to be late for work. It’s my first day, and being late isn’t good. I’ll go first. If you’re tired, you can sleep a little longer.”

Charles sat up, got out of bed, and stood up with the help of the bedside table, preparing to leave.

He couldn’t walk to the living room by himself; his wheelchair was in the living room.

Zelda instinctively turned back to support him. She was both anxious to go to work and couldn’t leave him unattended. If he fell, not only would the people at the Winston hold her accountable, but she would also feel guilty herself.

“I called in sick for you for ten minutes.”

It was ten minutes until she had to go to work. By taking an additional ten-minute sick leave, she would have enough time to get to the office.

“You… really called in sick for me?”

“Yeah, I asked Dad.”