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Chapter 155

โ€œAnd then?โ€ Ethan asked eagerly.

Brian replied, โ€œTwenty years ago, the Moore family moved abroad. Three years later, their house was bombed in a terrorist attack, and three family members died in the fire.โ€

The others knew little about the Moore family, but Brian, who worked in intelligence, knew more. Hearing this, everyone sighed deeply, saddened by the story.

โ€œWhy did the Moore family move abroad anyway?โ€ Maisie wondered aloud. โ€œIf theyโ€™d stayed here, none of this would have happened.โ€

โ€œNo one really knows why the Moore family moved abroad,โ€ Brian said. โ€œBut rumor has it Mrs. Moore had health problems, so they went overseas for better treatment.โ€

โ€œWho wouldโ€™ve thought that once they moved, theyโ€™d never return?โ€ Ethan said.

โ€œBut isnโ€™t Richard a good doctor?โ€ Maisie asked. โ€œSo why would they need to move abroad?โ€

โ€œAre you saying even the head of the Moore family couldnโ€™t cure it?โ€

Zinnia said, โ€œEven Richard canโ€™t cure every illness.โ€

โ€œHow old was Nathan when the tragedy happened?โ€ Zinnia asked, looking directly at Brian.

Brian said, โ€œThe Moore family moved abroad twenty years ago. Nathan was just seven then. Three years later, when the tragedy struck, he was ten.โ€

โ€œTen,โ€ Zinnia whispered. Seventeen years had passed. If he were alive, heโ€™d be twenty-seven, her masterโ€™s age.

Zinnia wondered, โ€˜Master, are you from the Moore family? If so, how did you survive seventeen years ago?โ€™ The coincidences were too numerous to ignore.

After a long day of classes, Maisie drove Zinnia home. Yannis wasnโ€™t there. Zinnia surveyed the living room. Her stomach growled. โ€˜I want snacks, not vegetarian dinner,โ€™ she thought.

Zinnia put her backpack in her room and went to the living room, only to find her snacks almost gone. A few packs of cookies and some chocolate remained.

The cookies and chocolate lacked any harmful additives, so Yannis hadnโ€™t removed them. With no other option, Zinnia angrily grabbed a pack of cookies and took a large bite. โ€˜I shouldnโ€™t have moved here,โ€™ she thought sadly.

Zinnia sat on the sofa, nibbling a cookie when her phone buzzed on the coffee table. It was a message from an unknown number:

[Miss M, Mr. M has prepared the medicine for us. He said itโ€™s with you. When can we pick it up?]

Zinnia thought, โ€˜Those are the titles Master and I use publicly. I never understood their meaning before. Now I do, Master, what is your connection to the Moore family?โ€™

Three Moores had died in the fire. The thought caused a sharp pain in her chest. She hoped her master was only a distant relative, not who she suspected.

โ€˜If thatโ€™s true, Master has had a hard life,โ€™ she thought, a bitter feeling rising in her throat. She ate a piece of candy, hoping the sweetness would soothe her.

Holding back her thoughts, Zinnia arranged to meet them over the weekend. โ€˜I have exams these two days,โ€™ she thought.

Chapter 155

After days of waiting, they finally contacted her about the medicine.

Zinnia thought, โ€˜Master contacted them. I trust him; he wouldnโ€™t hurt me. Besides, if they found Master, he must be special.โ€™

The other party readily agreed to the time.

Just as Zinnia put down her phone, the front door opened. Yannis entered, carrying two shopping bags. She watched, but didnโ€™t offer to help.

Yannis had taken all her snacks, and Zinnia felt upset. Perhaps her closeness to him was making her spoiled.

โ€œZinnia, did you eat the soup I made?โ€ Yannis asked, not expecting her help.

He saw her upset. Her pouty face betrayed her. She barely looked at him, hugging her stuffed toy and absentmindedly tugging its ear.

After changing his shoes, Yannis went inside. That morning, before work, heโ€™d set a timer for the soup. Knowing Zinniaโ€™s school schedule, he texted her after classes ended.

โ€œNo,โ€ Zinnia mumbled, avoiding the kitchen. Sheโ€™d seen Yannisโ€™s message but ignored it. She wasnโ€™t in the mood for soup, though the faint smell of broth lingered.

โ€œStill upset, Zinnia? I sensed your grumpy mood the moment I walked in,โ€ Yannis teased, smiling playfully.

Carrying the bags, he approached her. Her shoulders slumped, her face partly hidden in her white hoodie. Her bright eyes looked down, seeming tired.

Zinnia looked like a kitten whoโ€™d lost its favorite treatโ€”lazy and sad, unwilling to meet her owner's gaze.

โ€œYou stole my snacks!โ€ Zinnia snapped, glaring at him. โ€œYou even locked the snack cabinet! Now I canโ€™t even have a pack.โ€

Since Zinnia moved in, Yannis had made a special snack cabinet for her, filled with treats she couldnโ€™t eat.

โ€œDonโ€™t blame me, Zinnia. I left you some snacks,โ€ Yannis said, pointing to the few treats on the table.

โ€œI want chips and gummies,โ€ Zinnia said.

Yannis said, โ€œIf I give you some treats, will you forgive me, Zinnia?โ€

Her complaint sounded sad. Her little pout was endearing.

โ€œYou wonโ€™t give me any,โ€ Zinnia huffed.

โ€˜I donโ€™t even know why Iโ€™m acting so bratty. This isnโ€™t even my place, and Iโ€™ve only known Yannis a short time,โ€™ she thought.

Yannis chuckled softly as he put down the bags. โ€œLooks like I really let you down. I wonder if these will make it up to you.โ€

Yannis enjoyed Zinniaโ€™s little sulks. She was relaxing around him, her shyness fading.

โ€œWhat?โ€ Zinnia asked, pretending indifference, as her eyes met his.


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