Super CEO Daddy

Chapter 466

After a while, someone answered the call.

“Hello,” came Zayne's voice, which Gwendolyn could recognize.

“I'm at the door, Zayden. Could you ask the housekeeper to open it for me?”

Angeline explained that there used to be a helper cleaning the villa, but now only she was taking care of Zayden.

“Didn't you say you wouldn't come to see me again, Gwen? You should leave!” he hissed.

Before Zayden hung up the phone, Gwendolyn quickly stopped him. “I drove for a long time to get here. I'm really thirsty. Can I come in and have a drink of water?”

Zayden was taken aback when he heard her pitiful voice. After a brief pause, he hung up the phone.

Moments later, the door opened, and Gwendolyn entered through a small gate in the yard. There was a rockery and a small fishpond in the courtyard that reminded her of spring. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

The courtyard was designed in a vintage style, with a large tree that required two people to hold hands to encircle its thick trunk. The tree was probably over a hundred years old.

Inside the house, a girl dressed in black servant's clothing stood at the entrance.

Gwendolyn knew that this was what the Surrington family servants wore. The girl nodded slightly at her. “Ms. Ashton, Mr. Surrington asked me to wait here and make sure you take your leave after you have finished drinking the cup of water.”

The young female servant appeared to be around seventeen or eighteen years old and had an adorable look with two small ponytails and a pouting mouth.

Gwendolyn handed her the bags in her hand. “These are ravioli I brought from home. I made them myself, and Mr. Surrington likes them a lot.”

The young girl took the bag from Gwendolyn and replied gratefully, “Thank you, Ms. Ashton!”

While the young girl brought the items to the kitchen, Gwendolyn walked around the living room, which was quite large and decorated in a rustic style.

Soon, the girl returned with a tray. She squatted in front of the table, pouring coffee from an exquisite coffeepot into the cup.

“Have some coffee, Ms. Ashton.”

Gwendolyn looked at the porcelain coffee set with a floral pattern. At first glance, she could tell it was a valuable antique.

When she was at the Ashton residence, her grandfather liked these things, so she knew a little bit about them.

She picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee. It was very refreshing and acidic, maybe because of the water's source. The beverage was really refreshing.

Gwendolyn couldn't help but take another sip before glancing upstairs. “How are his eyes?” she asked the young girl.

The girl's eyes flickered with panic before shaking her head. “Not good,” she replied.

The thought of the young master's condition made her feel uneasy.

After placing her cup on the table, Gwendolyn said, “Let me go see him.”

The servant quickly stood up. “Ms. Ashton, I'm sorry, but Mr. Surrington said he won't see anyone. He only instructed me to serve you coffee and asked that you leave as soon as you finish your drink.”

Seeing the maid's flustered expression, Gwendolyn decided she did not want to put the young girl in a tight spot, so she piped up loudly, “Zayne, I want to see you. It has nothing to do with this girl, so don't blame her.”

With that, she stood up and headed upstairs, followed closely by the maid. “Ms. Ashton, please go back,” the maid pleaded.

Gwendolyn went from room to room until she reached the one at the very end. There, she saw a man standing by the window, wearing casual clothes with his back turned to her.

She could tell that he had lost weight; he must not have been eating well lately.

“Zayden...” Gwendolyn called out to him, her voice tinged with pity.

He used to be so strong and muscular, but now he was so scrawny.

The woman quickly walked to him and pulled him around to face her. His expression remained calm, but his face looked more defined due to his weight loss. Not only was his chin pointed, but his eyes also became lifeless and dull.

“Zayden. I'll come here every day from now on. You must eat well and follow the doctor's orders to treat your eyes. Do you understand?” Gwendolyn's voice was urgent and laced with anger.

Zayden slightly curved his lips. “Gwen, who are you to tell me what to do? Why should I listen to you?”