When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1779 The Urgency To See Her

Darren didn't know whether he should be thanking Zachary or laugh at the latter.

He stepped forward, a hint of defiance in his tone, “Justice? Have you perhaps misunderstood something?"

Darren had too much to drink the night before, and he doesn't remember a single word I said.

Zachary sighed, choosing not to reveal the full story. He simply said, "I spoke with Calvin yesterday. He and Madeline are not in a relationship. Their dinner last night was nothing more than Madeline showing gratitude for his help. Nothing more.'

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Upon hearing these words, Darren could feel the tight squeeze in his heart ease. Subsequently, he felt somewhat perplexed.

"How did you come to know about all this? Why did ask Calvin about it?"

Zachary knew Darren was a proud man, so he didn't mention the latter's drunken antics. He just stood up, saying, “Of course it was just a guess, but my guess is spot on, isn't it? Anyway, I'm hungry now. Hurry up and ask your housekeeper to make breakfast."

After he finished speaking, he went to the bathroom.

After Zachary had left, Darren let out a helpless laugh, then turned his gaze toward the mirror.

His coat had been changed at some point, though the clothes he wore underneath remained the same. He was reeking of alcohol, coupled with the nauseating stench of vomit.

Hence, he immediately went to take a shower.

It must have been Zachary who helped me change my clothes yesterday.

After taking a bath, Zachary was already eating the breakfast prepared by the housekeeper. Darren walked over and said, "Thank you."

"No need for formalities. We're buddies after all. It's no trouble at all," Zachary mumbled, his mouth full as he spoke.

"Did you also change my clothes?" Darren asked again.

Zachary was taken aback as he looked up at his friend. "How could I possibly change your clothes? You must be overthinking."

It wasn't Zachary? Then who could it be?

Darren was about to say something when the housekeeper stepped forward. "It seems that it was Mrs. Foster who changed it. I heard some commotion yesterday and saw her carrying clothes for you."

It was Madeline?

Darren's eyes were filled with disbelief.

As Zachary ate, he couldn't help but marvel at the changes on Darren's expression.

Ah, men, they always prioritize love over friendship.

He hadn't yet had his fill with food when a call came in. Picking it up, he saw it was from Jonathan.

"What's up, brat?"

"Ms. Kennedy left for Drocver ahead of time," Jonathan said, sounding rather annoyed.

The food in Zachary's mouth suddenly lost its flavor.

He rose to his feet, grabbed his coat, and prepared to leave.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?" Darren asked.

Zachary didn't have time to respond to him. "Mmm-hmm, let's drink another time."

He then drove all the way back and saw Jonathan seated in the garden of the mansion upon his arrival.

Zachary immediately asked the latter, "Where is she?"

"She's already left," Jonathan stated. "Where were you last night? I tried calling you, but you didn't pick up."

Only then did Zachary remember that he had been drinking, likely causing him to miss the ring of his phone.

He was about to head to the airport when Jonathan stopped him. "Don't ne's surely on the plane by

now and will be long gone by the time you get there."

Zachary halted in his tracks,

muttering to himself, "How did she

leave so quickly? Wasn't she supposed to wait for Cecilia before going together?"

Jonathan rested his chin on his hand. "I'm not sure. Perhaps she's worried that certain things might be exposed."

Zachary didn't pay any attention to what was being said, and all he felt was a sense of desolation.

He planned to buy a plane ticket and fly there too.

Upon realizing Zachary's intention, Jonathan couldn't help but suggest, "Shall we

go together in a couple of days?"

"No, I'll go ahead alone." Zachary's

eyes filled with urgency,noveldrama

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His reaction filled Jonathan's large eyes with curiosity. "Mr. Zachary, you really like

Ms. Kennedy, don't you?"