Come in 72
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Chapter 72

โ€œLinda, hurry up! Get the chef to make Yosef some soupโ€”itโ€™ll warm his stomach,โ€ Maelis called out, her voice uncharacteristically sharp.

โ€œMr. Shaw, Mrs. Shaw, Iโ€™m afraid thereโ€™s no soup left,โ€ Linda said hesitantly, stepping forward with an apologetic look.

โ€œWhat do you mean thereโ€™s no soup? Donโ€™t you know Yosef needs it regularly for his health?โ€ Marlisโ€™s tone sharpened, a clear display of her mounting frustration. It felt as though everything was conspiring against her.

โ€œMrs. Shaw, the ingredients for the soup were always provided by Ms. Zinnia Shaw. She knew Mr. Yosef Shaw had stomach issues, so she would prepare the ingredients for us to make the soup,โ€ Linda explained, her head slightly bowed.

It wasnโ€™t as if Yosef had always had soup to drink; it only became a regular thing after Zinnia started providing the ingredients. Now that sheโ€™s been driven away, thereโ€™s no one to prepare them anymore.

They didnโ€™t appreciate Zinnia when she was here, but now that sheโ€™d gone, everyone seemed to want something from her.

โ€œZinnia provided it?โ€ The group was completely taken aback by this revelation.

โ€œMy soup was prepared by Zinnia?โ€ Yosefโ€™s voice carried a note of disbelief, his expression stunned. He hadnโ€™t expected the soup he relied on to be her doing.

His stomach had always been sensitive, making it hard for him to eat certain foods. With frequent social engagements and occasional drinking, his stomach often felt uncomfortable, leaving him restless at night.

But at some point, the house started serving soup that soothed his stomach and left him feeling refreshed. Yosef had grown quite fond of it.

Every time he returned home, Linda would bring him a bowl of soup. After drinking it, he could finally get a good nightโ€™s sleep.

The next day, heโ€™d feel energized for work, and the soup even seemed to have some nourishing effects. He never imagined it was Zinnia who had been behind it all.

โ€œYes, it was Ms. Zinnia Shaw. She always seemed so happy watching Mr. Yosef Shaw enjoy the soup,โ€ Linda replied softly, her gaze lowered.

โ€œThen why isnโ€™t she sending it now? Couldnโ€™t she have prepared extra portions for her brother?โ€ Maelis blurted out, clearly surprised by Zinniaโ€™s actions. Her expression turned awkward as she realized what sheโ€™d said.

โ€œYosef works hard for the family, ensuring we all live well. Why wouldnโ€™t she prepare more for him?โ€ Macks continued, her tone growing increasingly self-righteous.

After all, Yosef worked tirelessly for the family, even earning the money for her allowance. It was only natural for Zinnia to treat him well.

Linda was speechless, knowing they drove Zinnia away.

โ€œThere were no extra portions. Every time, Ms. Zinnia Shaw personally brought the ingredients to us,โ€ Linda stated honestly.

Timothy had just walked through the door when he overheard Linda in the living room, and it made him pause. So, even Yosefโ€™s health soup had been provided by Zinnia.

โ€œWhy canโ€™t any of you remember these things? Now look, Zinniaโ€™s gone, and what is Yosef supposed to drink? Honestly, this is just ridiculous,โ€ Melis snapped, her irritation evident.

Linda kept her head down, not daring to respond. When the family was venting, it wasnโ€™t her place to chime in. Besides, no one wouldโ€™ve thought theyโ€™d manage to drive Zinnia away in just two months.

โ€œAlright, Mom. Linda, please ask the chef to make me a bowl of soup,โ€ Yosef said, his tone calm but firm.

โ€œYes, sir,โ€ Linda replied before quietly leaving the room.

Howard stood off to the side, feeling a strange sense of discomfort. Heโ€™d wondered if Zinnia had even prepared calming soup for Timothy, but...

Yosef eventually finished his soup and returned to his room. After spending some time working in the study, he had felt his stomach unsettled earlier.

He lay in bed for what felt like forever, unable to fall asleep. Reaching for his phone on the nightstand, he unlocked it and opened Zinniaโ€™s Whitton profile.

The chat history between the two siblings was completely empty, save for the automated system message from when they first added each other. They hadnโ€™t exchanged a single word.

Yosef hesitated for a moment, then started typing. After some thought, he sent a message: [Zinnia, where do you get the ingredients for your health soup? Could you make another batch for me? Iโ€™m willing to pay!]

He hit send, but a red exclamation mark appeared: You are not her friend. Yosef froze, staring at the screen in disbelief. She had blocked him.

Zinnia had no idea what was going on with the Shaw family. Her days were simple and peacefulโ€”attending classes, finishing homework, and heading home. Soon, she received the news that a new place had been found for her.

Jackson worked quickly. Within two days, he had secured a house that was perfect for Zinnia. โ€œZinnia, letโ€™s go check out the new place,โ€ he said warmly.

That weekend, Jackson took Zinnia to see the house.

โ€œZinnia, this place has great security, all the facilities youโ€™d need, and itโ€™s super close to schoolโ€”just a five-minute walk. You can even sleep in a little longer in the mornings,โ€ Jackson explained as they strolled through the neighborhood.

The house was located in one of Jinstonโ€™s most exclusive neighborhoods, where wealth, status, and power were prerequisites for residency.

Despite being in the bustling city center, the area was surprisingly quiet and serene, with the school conveniently situated right across the street.

The property was a spacious 300โ€“squareโ€“meter flat with a garden. Bright and airy, the interior had already been decorated in a cozy offโ€“white palette thanks to Jacksonโ€™s arrangements.

โ€œJackson, isnโ€™t this place way too big for just me?โ€ Zinnia asked, her voice filled with surprise.

โ€œNot at all. You deserve the very best, Zinnia,โ€ Jackson replied with a firm yet affectionate nod.

โ€œIf you ever need anything, just reach out to the person upstairs. Yannis lives right above you,โ€ Jackson said as he guided her through the house, gesturing toward the ceiling.

Their floor was the 18th, while Yannis resided on the 19th.

โ€œYannis,โ€ Zinnia murmured, her mind instantly conjuring the image of that laid back yet strikingly beautiful man.

โ€œYes, Yannis is just upstairs. If anything comes up, donโ€™t hesitate to find him. Iโ€™ve already spoken to him about it,โ€ Jackson assured her.

โ€œThough Yannis is currently away on a business trip, you wonโ€™t be able to meet him for now,โ€ he added.

โ€œAlright,โ€ Zinnia nodded in understanding.

โ€œZinnia, I know you love growing herbs, so I didnโ€™t plant any flowers in the garden. Instead, I had herbs flown in and planted just for you,โ€ Jackson said, his voice filled with care. Each section is labeled with whatโ€™s planted. Take a look later, and if thereโ€™s anything missing let me knowโ€”Iโ€™ll have it added for you," he continued as he lead Zinnia out of the living room to the garden.

He had specifically hired a designer to create a dedicated herb growing area tailored to Zinniaโ€™s needs.

Even the soil had been replaced and specially treated, as the original garden soil wasnโ€™t suitable for cultivating herbs.

Next to the herb garden was a charming pavilion, perfect for relaxing and enjoying the view. At sunset, the area offered a breathtaking display of colors.

โ€œThank you, Jackson,โ€ Zinnia said sincerely.

Though Jackson described the gardenโ€™s setup in a few simple words, Zinnia couldnโ€™t help but marvel at how much effort Jackson mustโ€™ve put into this. Replacing the soil alone was a huge task, let alone planting fragile herbs.

โ€œWhy thank me? Youโ€™re my little sister,โ€ Jackson said with a smile, his dark eyes softening as he gently touched her head.


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