chapter 231

Chapter 231

Old Mrs. York gazed at her grandson, who returned her look. Her lips moved several times as if she wanted to say something, but no words came out. Eventually, she erupted into laughter. Zachary felt exasperated watching his nana laugh uncontrollably. She beamed at him and patted his shoulder, prompting Zachary to support her, worried she might fall from laughing too hard. After a moment, she finally calmed down and said, “Zack, I was mistaken about you. Serenity has learned mixed martial arts and is quite skilled; she can handle a group of troublemakers just fine. My advice for you next time is that if you see her in any trouble, regardless of whether she needs help, just rush in to save her. In fact, it might be better if you get hurt during the rescue. That way, she’ll feel guilty and treat you exceptionally well.”
Zachary’s expression darkened, and his thin lips pressed together tightly.
“You need to know a few tricks if you want to win over your wife. Of course, the most crucial thing is your sincerity.” He replied coldly, “Nana, I won’t chase after my wife.” “Alright, alright, you won’t. Just keep being stubborn. One day, you’ll be the one begging me for help, hehe.”

Zachary’s mood soured. ‘Is this truly my nana? Why does it feel like she’s just waiting for a chance to mock me? It’s as if she revels in my misfortune.’ Old Mrs. York’s driver had arrived.
“I’m leaving now. You take your time getting ready. If you’re not hungry for breakfast, learn from me. My method is tried and true. I have much more experience than you.”

She patted his shoulder once more and walked to the car with a smile. Turning to the driver, she asked, “Did Sam tell you to bring the packed breakfast?”
“Yes, it’s in the car.”
Old Mrs. York nodded in response.
Zachary opened the door for her and assisted her inside.

he needs assistance, then offer it. If it’s not fixable, we’ll find another way around.”

Zachary entered the car and noticed three insulated lunch boxes on the seat. He pursed his lips, remaining silent as he watched Old Mrs. York depart while he stood still. After a moment, he turned and walked back inside the villa.

His morning jog had concluded. After changing his clothes, he headed downstairs for breakfast. Since Old Mrs. York had instructed Sam to pack three servings of breakfast for her to take away, the kitchen had prepared a meal for Zachary, which was also packed. They quickly assembled another portion for him, though it was not elaborate due to time constraints.

Zachary lacked much of an appetite and chose not to argue with the kitchen staff about the meal. He took a couple of bites and drank half a cup of coffee to boost his energy before leaving with his bodyguard team.

The concrete road in front of the villa connected to a major expressway, which all residents had to use. Zachary’s motorcade had traveled halfway down this road when they were forced to halt. A vehicle was stopped directly in their path.

Since this was not a public road, it was only wide enough for two cars to pass each other with caution; otherwise, a collision was likely. The car blocking the way was positioned right in the center of the road, leaving no room for vehicles behind it to maneuver around.

Zachary’s driver honked the horn. The driver of the stalled vehicle climbed out and, with a hint of embarrassment, announced, “My car broke down.”

Zachary’s driver turned to him and said, “Mr. Zachary, there’s a car in front that has broken down.”

No one could decipher Zachary’s thoughts. After hearing the driver’s report, he glanced at the car ahead and instructed, “You two get out and assess the situation. If it’s repairable, help him. If not, we’ll find an alternative route.”

“It’s taking too long. Ask everyone to help push his car to the side, and then advise him to call for a tow truck. Make sure not to block the way for others.”