Troubled by thoughts, Zina tossed and turned all night and didn’t wake up until nearly ten in the morning. The worst part about not getting enough rest was that her headache was back again.
Zina casually opened the drawer, grabbed a bottle of painkillers, popped out two pills, and washed them down with some cold water from her nightstand.
Despite her delicate features, Zina couldn’t hide the irritation in her eyes.
Zina had a splitting headache that kept her up most of the night. She finally managed to fall asleep at 3 a.m., after taking some painkillers.
The painkillers did little to ease Zina’s pounding headache, leaving her groggy and disoriented.
Zina thought, ‘Maybe it was something yesterday that stirred up old feelings–my headache was way worse than usual.’
After taking her medicine, Zina pulled her phone out from under the pillow and turned it on to find several unread messages.
Lydia: [Hey Zinnia, free for lunch today? Do you want to grab a bite together?] The message was sent at 8 a.m.
Zina: [Sorry, Lydia, I’m tied up at lunch today. Rain check?]
Zina had barely hit send when Lydia replied: [Okay. I know an amazing restaurant. Let’s go together when you’re free, Zinnia.]
Zina: [Sure, free in the next few days.]
Lydia’s eyes sparkled with joy when she learned that Zinnia would be free.
“Hey, Lydia, what’s got you so happy?” someone asked with a teasing grin.
Lydia looked up and saw Toby. Toby’s handsome, mature face showed open curiosity as he studied Lydia.
Toby noticed that Lydia had maintained her usual stoic expression since joining Perkins Group a few days ago, so he was surprised to catch a hint of joy flashing across her face just now. That was rare.
Lydia met Toby’s curious gaze, then looked down slightly, her expression calm. “Nothing special, Toby,” she replied. “My mom’s making BBQ ribs for lunch.”
Toby teased with a grin, “Nothing beats having a mom who spoils you, huh?”
Lydia remained composed.
For the past four years, Toby knew Lydia was naturally reserved. She only showed emotion when Zinnia was mentioned; otherwise, she mostly kept to herself and spoke very little.
Ever since Zinnia disappeared four years ago, Lydia had become even more withdrawn and taciturn.
Toby asked, “By the way, how are you settling in at Perkins Group? If anything comes up, just say so. Don’t bottle it up, okay?”
Although Lydia was young and had an impressive resume, everyone who made it into Perkins Group was a one–in–a–million genius.
Lydia was a genius, too, but to stand out at Perkins Group, she’d have to rely on herself.
“Don’t worry. I’m settling in just fine. I can handle it.” Lydia glanced at the dampened documents under her desk, her tone calm.
Since Lydia chose to join Perkins Group, she’s determined to prove herself and earn her place on her own merits.
Chapter 379
Zina set down her phone and roughly ran her fingers through her caramel brown curls. She couldn’t hide the irritation in her eyes.
Zina thought, ‘This damn headache is killing me. I wonder if getting my memories back would finally stop this torment.’
She got out of bed, her light blue slip dress skimming over her sexy figure as she walked toward the bathroom.
As soon as Zina stepped out of the bathroom after getting dressed, the doorbell rang.
Zina dragged herself to the door and opened it. Edward stood outside. He was holding a lunchbox.
Her eyes showed little emotion as she softly called, “Morning, Edward.”
Still groggy from lack of sleep, Zina was in a foul mood.
Edward noticed the dark circles under Zina’s eyes and asked gently, “Did you have another rough night? Is your headache acting up again?”
Zina nodded weakly. “Yeah. Did you get hold of that doctor yet?”
‘Forget about the memories for now,’ Zina thought. ‘Just get this damn headache under control first. This damn headache is literally killing me.’
Edward said, “Zina, that doctor is no longer taking new patients, but I’ve already sent someone to contact him. Just hang in there a little longer.”
The miracle doctor in Yellowsin had already stopped taking on new patients four years ago.
They had already sent people to make contact two months ago, but the other side remained unyielding.
That miracle doctor was no ordinary man. Even all their power and influence couldn’t force him to do anything.
Besides, they might still need his help with Zina’s condition, so it was best not to resort to forceful measures.
Zina frowned in frustration upon hearing it still hadn’t been settled. She asked, “Just how good is that miracle doctor?”
Zina thought, ‘That miracle doctor must be something. Even Dad and his associates couldn’t get him to agree. Daddy and his associates have even offered as much as 30 million.’
Edward explained, “That doctor keeps a low profile and has powerful backers. We can’t exactly force the issue.”
Nathan had long since concealed his identity. Even Edward was unaware of who he truly was.
Actually, it was a medical school friend who told Edward about the miracle doctor in Yellowsin.
Over the past few months, they had sent multiple envoys and offered all kinds of incentives, but the other side still refused to cooperate.
Zina sighed softly, “Forget it. If he doesn’t want to help, we shouldn’t force it. There are plenty of doctors in Laystoland. I don’t believe I can’t find someone who can treat my headaches.
“Let’s not keep bothering him, okay? If he doesn’t want to practice medicine anymore, I’m sure he has his reasons.”
“There’s also a renowned traditional medicine practitioner in Jinston. I’ve already arranged for someone to contact him. We’ll have him examine you first, and if that doesn’t work, we can always make a trip to Yellowsin,” he said.
Edward wasn’t about to rely solely on the miracle doctor in Yellowsin. He’d heard that Raymond was also remarkably skilled in medicine, so he’d already had his assistant reach out to him.
Currently, Raymond wasn’t in Jinston. Henry had been residing in a sanatorium long–term due to poor health, and Raymond visited him at regular intervals to keep him company.
“Alright.” Zina didn’t turn down his kindness.
Chapter 379
Even as a top cardiologist, Edward could do little about her headaches. Edward had spared no effort for Zina.
Edward raised the takeout bag in his hand again, a warm smile on his face. “Zina,” he said, “I brought you your favorite shrimp balls and some muffins.”
“Have you eaten yet?” Zina asked. She stepped aside to let Edward in. They headed to the dining table together.
Edward placed the lunchbox on the table. “I already ate,” he said. “I figured you’d be up by now, so I came over.”
Zina grinned, “Right, Dr. Hanover. I forgot your military–precision schedule, in bed by ten, up at seven, no exceptions.”
Edward always kept regular hours, early to bed, early to rise, no exceptions.
Chuckling helplessly at her teasing, Edward began unpacking the food and setting each dish in front of her. “Eat up.”
Zina remarked with a smile, “Edward, you’re so thoughtful. Just like a girl.”
Edward shook his head with a fond smile. “Stop joking.”
Only Zina could tease Edward, the second heir of the prestigious Hanover family and a top cardiologist, so casually.
Zina chuckled playfully and grabbed her fork and picked up a shrimp ball.
Edward took a seat across from her.
Zina suddenly remembered something and asked, “Edward, did you tell them you’d be bringing me along?”
The invitation was originally just for Edward, but now Zina was unexpectedly tagging along.
Edward handed her a napkin and gestured toward her mouth. “Told them already,” he said.
“Alright,” Zina said, taking the napkin and dabbing at the corner of her mouth.
“Finished eating. So when are we heading out?” Zina grabbed a quick bite and had half a glass of milk. It was almost eleven already.
Last night, Zina had checked the location of Peaci House on Google Maps. It was at least a thirty–minute drive from their place, not even counting traffic delays.
Edward said gently, “Zina, if you’re all set, we can head out now.”