Chapter 64: Jonathan Takes Revenge

Zachary had little appetite that day. After learning of his earlier actions, George had ostensibly invited him to dine, intending to facilitate introductions to other eligible young ladies at the banquet. Shortly after Zachary arrived, George pulled him aside. "This is the Rainsworth family's banquet," George warned, "so don't mess things up again, do you hear me?" George held Zachary firmly in his grasp. Reluctantly, Zachary sat in a corner, radiating an icy aura that warned off all who approached. Unbeknownst to him, a small figure had been observing him from the beginning.

Naturally, all the Rainsworth family hosts were present at their own feast. Stella was among them, noticing Zachary but hesitant to approach. She feared not Zachary, but George. Had George not intervened, Zachary's infatuation would have made her Mrs. Sinclair long ago. She recalled George's words: "I don't care who Zach becomes involved with, but I'm adamant that a woman of your status never become a daughter-in-law of the Sinclair family! If you continue to shamelessly seduce Zach into marrying you, I won't hesitate to make him a widower." Make him a widower… Stella knew George was capable of such ruthlessness.

While Jonathan waited for the opportune moment, he was surprised to find his estranged father, his family, and even his father's current companion in attendance. His brow furrowed. In his haste to avenge his mother, he'd only learned of Zachary's presence, unaware the banquet was hosted by the Rainsworths. He couldn't simply leave, however. Before Nathaniel could approach, Jonathan tiptoed to a table, grabbed a glass of red wine, and approached Zachary.

"Mister," he offered, "you seem down. Care for a drink?"

Zachary, wondering who dared approach, looked up to see a small figure, barely reaching his knee. Who brought their child here? Jonathan wore a mask and cap, revealing only his eyes – beautiful, and strangely familiar. Zachary disliked children.

"No, thank you," he said coldly.

Jonathan didn't leave, pushing the glass forward. Zachary's brow furrowed, and he raised a hand to block him. "Scram!"

Whether startled by Zachary's loud voice or something else, the wine glass tilted, spilling red wine onto Zachary's lap.

Zachary's face darkened. "Damn it!"

Jonathan feigned extreme fright, his eyes reddening. "I'm sorry, mister. I didn't mean to…"

Zachary glared, but Jonathan raised his voice, his sobs audible. "Mister, you're not going to hit a child, are you?"

His cries drew everyone's attention. Zachary was speechless. When did I ever say I was going to hit you? Though not a saint, he wouldn't strike a child. With a stern expression, he stood.

Jonathan sniffled, tears welling. "Mister, your pants are dirty. How about I take off mine and let you wear them? Please don't be angry anymore, okay?"

Zachary was speechless. Do you seriously think I can fit into your pants?