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Sienna shoved Winona aside and clamped her hands onto Zachary's arm, carefully helping him settle into the chair.

Zachary didn't brush her away. Even now, his movements remained fluid and elegant.

Dr. Harrison had mentioned earlier that the man possessed a terrifyingly high pain tolerance. Even if he were in agonizing pain, his face would still wear that same indifferent expression.

Sienna gripped his arm, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I went to see Justin this afternoon and heard from Scarlett. Your test results were really bad."

Watching the impending waterworks, Winona let out a dry, amused scoff. "I'm about to start an interview. If you want to cry, could you please step outside?"

Sienna snapped her head toward Winona, her eyes brimming with accusation. "Winona, were you just going to stand there and watch Zachary struggle up by himself? Do you really want his legs to be ruined forever?"

Having the blame pinned on her was irritating, especially since Zachary had actively rejected her help.

Now, with Sienna clinging to his arm, he remained entirely silent.

Sienna wiped at her eyes dramatically. "Forget it. I know you despise me. I won't waste my breath. But when I was coming over, Dad called. Mom has a 104-degree fever and has been calling your name constantly. Come home with me tonight and see her."

Claire Wynn was sick?

Winona frowned just as her phone began to vibrate. It was Claire, calling from someone else's number.

The moment Winona hit answer, the sound of violent coughing echoed through the speaker.

It seemed their last confrontation at the villa had taken a heavy toll on Claire's mental state, leading to this sudden illness.

Over the past two days of being bedridden, Claire couldn't stop thinking about everything that had happened with Winona.

On one hand, there was her biological daughter who had finally returned. On the other, the adopted daughter she had raised for over two decades.

It was impossible for Claire to be completely apathetic toward Winona. The relentless guilt and emotional turmoil had shattered her immune system.

"Winona, tomorrow is the anniversary of your grandmother's passing. Do you want to come to the cemetery with us?"

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