Rebirth Of The Forgotten Heiress - Chapter 47: Chapter 47

Despite his iron will and indomitable spirit, Zachary was still a delicate heir at heart. That night, the moment he lay down in his room, he collapsed and couldn't get up again.
Seeing Logan's grim expression, everyone assumed that the reason they were leaving a day early was probably because of Zachary's health.
Instead of taking out his frustration on others over Zachary, Logan simply grabbed his cane and, full of energy, strode straight into Zachary's room.
At that moment, Zachary's face was flushed crimson with fever, though his mind remained clear.
Logan sat beside Zachary and unbuttoned his shirt, only to find the bandages haphazardly wrapped and already faintly stained with blood. "You are quite accomplished," he remarked tonelessly.
Zachary knew Logan was seething with rage. He gripped the edge of the bed and pulled himself upright, his brows knitting involuntarily. Jaw clenched in silent defiance, he looked every bit as stubborn as an oak.
Seeing this, Logan suddenly raised his cane and gave a measured tap on the bloodstained area, making Zachary's face contort in pain.
Logan stood up and looked coldly down at Zachary. He scolded, "So you think you're tough, huh? Not bad, at least you've got some backbone. If you can still breathe, get up and walk with me."
With that, he turned and led the way out of the room.
The bodyguards and doctors standing by were all frozen in place, too intimidated to utter a single word.
The young men outside also kept their mouths shut. With Logan's intimidating presence, no one even dared to make a sound.
Quinlyn was also among them, watching. She thought, 'No wonder Logan is the male lead's grandfather. If he were a few decades younger, what would a greenhorn like Zachary even need?'
The next moment, Logan walked up to Quinlyn and, in a surprisingly gentle tone, greeted her, "Quinlyn."
Quinlyn gave a slight nod and said, "Hello, Mr. Fletcher."
Yalena suddenly felt all eyes on her.
The onlookers couldn't help thinking, 'Logan must disapprove of Yalena. Otherwise, why would he only speak to Quinlyn in front of everyone and completely snub Yalena?'
The polite small talk between Logan and Quinlyn continued. Logan asked kindly, "Well, how have you been enjoying your stay these past few days?"
Quinlyn replied casually, "Pretty good, great food, sound sleep, and fresh air."
Logan nodded and swept his gaze over everyone. He announced, "Pack up your things, kids. Dinner at my place tonight." With that, he strode off with his bodyguards in tow.
Zachary, ghostly pale, trailed behind them like an abandoned puppy.
After last night's emotional ordeal, Yalena had matured a great deal. No longer looking fragile or on the verge of collapse, she walked over to Zachary with newfound determination and said, "Zachary, let me help you."
Zachary shook his head slightly, staying silent. He reached out and took Yalena's hand, fingers intertwining as his gaze shifted to Logan ahead.
Logan merely tilted his head, shot them a sidelong glance, and said nothing, though the corner of his mouth twitched imperceptibly.
With a sidelong glance, Logan took in Quinlyn, who stood off to the side looking as if none of this concerned her. He cursed inside, 'That foolish grandson of mine.'
Zachary, as if declaring some petty victory, tightened his grip on Yalena's hand.
Yalena's heart skipped a beat, then she squeezed Zachary's hand in return.
The two of them hobbled along with the group. As they passed by Quinlyn, they deliberately pressed closer to each other, putting on an exaggerated display of intimacy.
Quinlyn thought, 'These two must be out of their minds. Ignoring them would be out of character for me, wouldn't it?'
With the thought in mind, she chuckled softly and said, "Yalena, you'd better hold on tight to Zachary. Don't let him fall. After all, he's really not up to much."
Just as Yalena was about to snap back, Zachary, as if someone had cast a spell on him, suddenly lost his footing and stumbled forward, right into the group of bodyguards and doctors ahead.
Like a row of dominoes, they toppled over each other in a chaotic heap, barreling straight toward Logan at the front.
With his uncanny sense for danger, Logan sidestepped to the left just in time, neatly dodging the fate of being the last domino. He shot the group a look that said more than words ever could, finally settling his gaze on Zachary.
Logan and Zachary locked eyes in a silent standoff.
Logan was the first to look away. He barked at his men, "Call Frank, and send a head-shrinker over here."
One of the bodyguards replied, "Right away, sir!"
Zachary was at a loss for words to explain himself.
Everyone nearby, including Yalena, rushed forward to steady Zachary.
Zachary snapped, "I can manage on my own." His voice was laced with barely-contained fury. He felt the words "not up to much" were like a spell, stuck in his head and refusing to let go.
Yalena's hand froze in mid-air. Then, her gaze involuntarily darted to Quinlyn, who was watching the scene with amusement. She thought, 'It's all her fault. She did this on purpose.'
Quinlyn shrugged and thought, 'What did I even do? I just said one thing. Who would've thought Zachary was so thin-skinned? Just a random word, and he's already traumatized.'
After all the commotion, Zachary refused help from everyone, even Yalena. He straightened his back and, forcing himself forward one stiff step at a time, walked out alone.
Yalena trailed closely behind, matching his every move.
Quinlyn remarked inside, 'Look at the couple. One looks half-dead, while the other is like a bullied bunny. In a way, they are a match.'
Quinlyn, on the other hand, exuded confidence with every move. Her skin practically glowed, her eyes brimming with arrogance as she stood tall.
Anyone who noticed the contrast would think of Quinlyn as notorious for being in trouble.
As the Narrator's voice echoed, Quinlyn's smile grew even more wicked. She thought, 'See? I still need to actively advance the plot myself. Otherwise, where would all these story developments for me to change even come from?'
But when she heard what the Narrator revealed about the plot, her crimson lips fell slack, her features grew cold, and shadows slowly clouded her eyes.
Quinlyn already had an unapproachable air about her; now, with that icy demeanor, she might as well have hung a "Keep Out" sign around her neck.
Seeing her like this, no one dared go up and say a word to her.
After the entire building had emptied, Quinlyn remained standing there, motionless.
After what seemed like an eternity, a warm hand gently rested on her head.
Yasin, holding two bags in his left hand, clearly having packed Quinlyn's belongings as well, teased, "What's wrong? Planning to put down roots here?" His face was still unnaturally pale.
This was one bright spot for Quinlyn when she saw Logan arrive. She figured if things dragged on any longer, Yasin might end up kicking the bucket on this island.
Quinlyn lifted her head slightly to meet Yasin's gaze.
As Quinlyn lifted her head, Yasin took in every nuance of her expression. He frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"