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It looked severely swollen.

Rovella’s bodyguards pushed Vinson closer.

“Vinson, why are you here?”

Peck was curious but didn’t want to ask directly. He smiled and invited Vinson into the mansion.

Vinson glanced coldly at the nervous Zelda but remained silent, gesturing for the bodyguards to push him inside the Roscente’s mansion.

“Dad.”

Zelda grabbed her father’s arm and whispered, “He’s here to settle the score with me.”

Upon hearing this, Peck felt thunderstruck. He stared at his daughter in disbelief for a moment before shaking his voice and asking, “Zelda, what did you do to Vinson?”

Someone had come to seek retribution.

Peck didn’t want to deal with Vinson in the first place. This man was even more difficult to handle than Charles. Though Charles was cold and ruthless, he wasn’t as sinister as Vinson.

But now his daughter had offended Vinson.

Peck’s hands trembled as he pulled out his phone and whispered, “Zelda, don’t panic. I’ll call Charles right away and ask him to come over and cover for you. Don’t panic, okay?”

Zelda chuckled. “Dad, I’m not panicking. You’re the one panicking. But I didn’t do it on purpose. It was just an accidental step on Vinson last night.”

“Really not intentional?”

“I didn’t mean to step on him. It really wasn’t intentional.”

“Just one step, and his foot became like that?”

Zelda felt a bit embarrassed. “I was wearing high heels, and, uh, I stepped on him hard. It’s normal for it to swell.”

Peck…

He decided to call his son-in-law to come to the rescue.

“Peck.”

Suddenly, Vinson turned his head, his peach blossom eyes shimmering with deep light, and he coldly said, “Is this how you treat guests? Let them enter on their own?”

Peck quickly shoved his phone back into his pocket, glared at his daughter, then turned to approach Vinson. His panic was fleeting, like a blooming flower, here one moment and gone the next.

“Vinson, I apologize.”

Peck greeted Vinson and his entourage with a respectful demeanor as they entered the house.

Chris brought out some freshly made snacks. When she saw Vinson, she froze, staring at her husband welcoming Vinson as if he were an ancestor, while their biological daughter looked like she had caused trouble, following behind.

Soon, Chris calmly walked over, placed the snacks she had made herself on the coffee table, and smilingly said to Vinson, “These are homemade snacks, please have a taste, Vinson.”

Zelda also joined in, quietly putting away the clothes she had bought for her parents and quickly went to brew a pot of tea.

Vinson looked at the steaming tea and the freshly baked delicate snacks.

“Chris, I came suddenly and disturbed you.”

Though cold, Vinson was polite, starting with an apology.

“No disturbance at all, Vinson. It’s our honor to have you visit our home,” Peck interjected.

Zelda snuck up to her mother’s side and whispered, “My dad truly lives up to being a seasoned player in the business world, slick and cunning.”

Adaptable.

She had to learn from him.

Chris discreetly pinched her daughter, reminding her that they had an important guest.

“Vinson, why did you come today?”

Peck knew full well, but still pretended not to know, asking tentatively.

Vinson lifted his bandaged foot and glanced at Zelda before calmly saying, “Last night, Zelda accidentally stepped on me. I told her that if there was anything wrong with my foot, I would hold her responsible.”

“Overnight, my foot swelled and became painful again. I felt that I should come and hold Zelda accountable.”

Peck glanced at his daughter and then apologized to Vinson on her behalf.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

“Vinson, I’m sorry.”

Zelda also apologized to Vinson personally, taking responsibility. “It was me who stepped on you, and I will definitely take responsibility. Vinson, go to the hospital for an X-ray to see if my stepping on you has caused any fractures. If you need surgery or hospitalization, I will cover all medical expenses.”

“Until your foot returns to normal, including nutrition costs, emotional compensation, and loss of income due to inability to work, you can list everything, and I will compensate you.”

Peck coughed lightly.

Vinson was the head of the Rovella family, managing the Rovella Group. Even if his daughter were sold, it wouldn’t be enough to compensate him for one day’s income.

Zelda quickly realized that she couldn’t afford it either.

She looked at Vinson, waiting for him to pass his sentence, this man who had given her a daughter last time.

“Our family doctor has examined it, and there’s no bone injury. It’ll swell for a while and then get better.”

Vinson wasn’t trying to take advantage. He was straightforward. “I don’t need Zelda to compensate me with money. I just ask that she take care of me until my foot recovers and I can walk normally again.”

Zelda…