<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 854 Zachary And Jessica</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nothing can be more distressing than running into someone you dislike when you’re just trying to rx and enjoy yourself.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Seeing Jessica dragging a suitcase and approaching them, Cecilia felt her mood sinking to an all–time low.</font></font>? 2024 N?v/el/Dram/a.Org.
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">How did she manage to find us?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Jessica’s legs were on the brink of giving out. She had been searching for Cecilia and the others all night.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Had she not informed Nichs and asked Nichs to locate them, she might never have found Cecilia and her gang.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Cecilia, I messaged you. Why didn’t you tell me where you were?” Jessica first approached Cecilia, stealing a nce at Nathaniel and Zachary.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Zachary’s here too?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Sorry. There might have been an issue with my phone. I didn’t see it.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Of course, Cecilia had seen the</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I tell Jessica where I was hanging out?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I see.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">but she wasn’t foolish enough to reply to her message. Why would</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Jessica pretended not to mind. ncing at Jonathan, who looked just like Elliot, her eyes lit up. “Are you Jonathan?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Jonathan had heard Elliot speak of this woman before, knowing she was bad news and that she was not as innocent as she appeared.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Yes,” he replied indifferently.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“What are you guys eating? Can you give me some? I’m like your sister.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Sister?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Jonathan immediately retorted, “If you’re like my sister, doesn’t that mean you should call my mom your aunt and my dad your uncle?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Jessica felt awkward. “I was just joking. I am your aunt.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Jonathan, however, wore a face full of confusion. “I don’t think Mommy has sisters, and neither does Daddy. How could you possibly be my aunt? Is yourst name Smith or Rainsworth?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Jessica was left speechless. She never anticipated that a child barely four years old could demonstrate such clear and logical thinking.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Considering she still had plenty of time, she figured she could slowly win the child’s heart.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Hence, she rose to her feet and trudged wearily toward Nathaniel and Zachary</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Zachary finally noticed her. “You’re Jessica, right?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Zachary,” Jessica called out.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Zachary, oblivious to Jessica’s true colors, was still under the impression that she was a simple, straightforward, and guileless girl.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“What brought you here?” he asked.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I came to find Nathaniel and Cecilia,” said Jessica as she sat down next to Zachary. “My grandfather found out that Zachary was blind and that Cecilia was pregnant, so he sent me here to take care of them.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Zachary couldn’t help butugh. “Are you sure? You’re going to take care of them?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Yes. What’s so funny?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“You’re so clumsy. Don’t end up hurting them instead.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Jessica shook her head. “Of course, I won’t. You sure love making jokes. I’m not the same tomboy I used to be.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“You’re not? But you haven’t even hit puberty yet,” Zachary said straightforwardly.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Nonsense!”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The two engaged in yful banter.</font></font>
Zachary was oblivious to the disdain and revulsion in the others‘ eyes.
Lucille tugged at Vivian’s clothes. “Vivian, be careful. She used to behave adorably around Mason, pretending to be an innocent child.”
Vivian, enjoying therge cherries she brought with her, nonchntly said, “It’s okay once you get used to it.”
Lucille was confused. How can one get used to someone like her?
Vivian never really cared for Zachary in the first ce. Furthermore, she was well aware of his reputation with women, knowing that he had been involved with quite a few. One more wouldn’t make any difference to her.