The moment Zachary Fairchild stepped out, he saw someone lying on the floor.
His sharp gaze softened considerably as he strode toward the person on the floor.
She must have been exhausted. As Zachary approached Olivia Wynne, he was met with the sight of her serene, sleeping face.
'She certainly sleeps well.'
'It hasn't been long at all, yet she's already asleep.'
Zachary Fairchild didn't disturb Olivia Wynne. He watched her for a moment before quietly slipping away.
After leaving the room, Zachary Fairchild glanced around from the doorway before walking purposefully toward the master bedroom.
The light in the master bedroom was still on. Zachary Fairchild knocked twice, and an annoyed man's voice came from inside.
"Who is it?"
Hearing Mr. Fairchild's voice, the corner of Zachary Fairchild's mouth twitched slightly.
"Mom, open the door. I need to talk to you."
As for Mr. Fairchild, Zachary Fairchild pointedly ignored him.
