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Yannis listened as Zinnia listed all her discomforts, then tapped her forehead helplessly. “Now you

realize you’re unwell?”

“You're still hitting me,” Zinnia murmured weakly, barely able to do more than roll her eyes at him.

‘What a meanie,‘ Zinnia thought. I'm already feeling so awful, and he still tapson the head.

When he was sick before, I had taken such good care of him.

She shot Yannis a look, but it was utterly harmless, more like a petulant pout than any real threat.

After so long without speaking, her voice cout soft and whispery, making Yannis‘ heart melt

with tenderness.

“Drink the soup first. Then I'll get the doc to check on you,” Yannis said, eyeing Zinnia’s pout. He

grabbed the bowl of onion soup from the nightstand, stirred it to cool, then held a spoonful to her

lips.

Zinnia’s lips just brushed the spoon as she mumbled, “So hot.”

Yannis lowered his head and blew on it again until it cooled. Finally, Zinnia took a sip.

Zinnia always turned lazy when she was sick, acting all delicate and pampered. Leaning against

Yannis, she peered into the bowl in his hands and pouted, “No meat?”

Yannis scooped another spoonful and fed her. “After treating your body so carelessly, you still have

the nerve to ask for meat?”

He’d spent nearly two months carefully nursing her, finally getting smeat on her bones. But

this ordeal had really taken a heavy toll-her cheeks were still paper-white, no hint of color in sight.

“My body desperately needs meat right now,” Zinnia said with exaggerated seriousness. “I need to

eat more to replenish all the energy I've lost.”

“Not getting any,” Yannis teased nonchalantly.

“Then I’m calling Sofia. I’m going hto convalesce with Henry,” Zinnia exclaimed in disbelief,

never expecting he could be so heartless when she was in this state. Even though she was weak,

she still struggled to

up and reach for her phone.

sit

‘Henry has suffered terribly too,” Zinnia thought. ‘Sofia is surely preparing all kinds of nourishing meals for him. If

I go back, | can join in the feast.’

“Drink your soup first. I'll give you the meat later,” Yannis said, holding Zinnia close and feeding her another

spoonful.

‘Most people lose their appetite when they're sick, but she woke up asking for meat, he thought, feeling both

exasperated and amused.

“Alright then,” Zinnia conceded. Relieved by the promise of meat, she settled down and obediently finished

her soup.

In fact, she had been starving since last night. Only after finishing that bowl of soup did the gnawing hunger

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in her stomach finally case up-just a little.

Zinnia had no idea what tit was. She was so hungry she thought she might die. Watching Yannis get up to

fetch sfood, she asked, “What tis it? Shouldn't | be going to school now?”

Yannis glanced at the tand replied, “It's already evening.”

“Evening?” Zinnia gasped in disbelief. She had thought it was still morning. All she remembered was sinking into

a deep, heavy sleep, and now her whole body ached terribly. She never expected that it would already be

nighttime.

This was the first tZinnia had used the Flowing Technique. She had only learned it from Nathan and practiced

on medical mannequins, but had never actually tried it on a real person.

Nathan had drilled it into her-never use the Flowing Technique unless it was a last resort. It would wipe her out

and leave her weak and suffering for a long time.

Vitality was everything. Once it was sapped, one would get weak and sickly-just like Zinnia now, every part of

her body aching.

“Don’t worry. I've already called the school for you,” Yannis said as he carried the bowl out.

After drinking ssoup, Zinnia regained a bit of strength. She propped herself up and reached out for her

phone, worried about how Henry was doing.

The second Zinnia unlocked her phone with Face ID, the screen lit up with a flood of missed calls and messages.

There were notifications from Maisie, group chats, Jackson, and the others, while the ones from Lydia really stood

out,

Zinnia tapped the screen slowly-each movement seeming to drain the last of her strength. At last, she found

Jackson's number and dialed.

With each passing second with the call trying to connect, her heart raced-what if Jackson and the others blamed

her?

Jackson picked up instantly, as if he’d been waiting by the phone. “Zinnia, you're awake? Are you still

uncomfortable anywhere? I'm coming over right away.”

As Jackson's worried words poured through the speaker, Zinnia’'s heart gave a sudden ache-Jackson didn’t blame

her.

“I'm good. No need to come. How's Henry doing?” Zinnia asked, her eyes falling to the phone on the nightstand.

She didn’t have the energy to even pick it up.

Just then, Sofia’s voice crackled with worry. “Is that Zinnia on the line? How's she doing? Is she awake? Does she

still feel sick anywhere? Benedict, get the car ready now!”

Right after, Sofia’s voice cthrough the phone, urgent and fraught. “Zinnia, are you still feeling unwell

anywhere? I'm coming to see you right away. Just wait for me.”

“It’s getting late. No need to cover. | promise, I’m doing just fine,” Zinnia said, forcing herself

to sound

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It was already nine in the evening, and Zinnia couldn’t believe she’d slept for so long-she’d

practically slept through the whole day.

“Then I'll swing by tomorrow morning, sweetheart,” said Sofia lovingly.

“Okay,” Zinnia whispered, a tiny smile tugging at her lips.

Clutching the phone, Sofia hurried into Henry’s room and gently shook him-who’d just fallen asleep-

awake. “Henry, wake up. Zinnia’s on the phone!”

Henry paused. “Zinnia?”

He had woken up earlier that day. Raymond told the Lynn family the incident turned out to be a

blessing in disguise-Henry’s chronic headaches were completely gone.

The Lynns had been eager to visit Zinnia, but Yannis said she was still asleep and needed rest. So,

despite their worry, they managed to wait at home.

Hearing Henry’s voice, Zinnia asked softly, “Henry, do you feel better now? Anywhere still hurting?”

“I’m good. You're like a miracle worker. Seriously, you totally saved me. Thanks, sweetheart,” Henry

said, his voice a bit raspy. Despite everything he’d been through, there wasn’t a hint of anger-just

warmth and gratitude in his tone.

“I’m sorry, Henry,” Zinnia said, tears welling up in his gentle tone. “If it weren’t for me, you

wouldn’t have gotten caught up in all these troubles.”

She had worried the Lynn family might blher. After all, even her so-called mother hated her

that much. If the Lynns hadn’t stepped up to protect her, they never would’ve gotten dragged into

this mess.

Henry was already so old-if something had happened to him, she’d be stuck with that guilt forever.

“Zinnia, don’t beat yourself up. None of this is on you. You're incredible-because of you, I’m safe

and sound. You’re our good luck charm. Once you’re better, chand we’ll have a family

dinner together, alright?” Henry offered, his voice warm and gentle.

“Okay,” Zinnia whispered.

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