Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 690

Zachary was unhappy with her tone, as if his sister had some incurable disease.

Due to his good upbringing and manners, Zachary didn't lose his temper. He simply asked the housekeeper to see the doctor out, his face showing clear displeasure.

This was already the fourth psychologist today. All of them were professor-level professionals for whom writing books was a minor achievement.

The nanny specifically assigned to care for Mia also had tears in her eyes as she stared at the closed door with endless worry. "Mr. Reynolds, Mia hasn't eaten a single bite since this morning. We can't go on like this."

Zachary irritably pinched the bridge of his nose and coldly ordered, "Aren't there still some candidates on our list? Send people to bring all of them here."

The nanny bit her lip and gathered her courage to suggest, "Mr. Reynolds, I don't think bringing more experts will help. Why not ask Miss Sanders to try?"

Zachary turned to look at her, his expressionless face making the nanny lose her nerve. She quickly retracted, "I'm sorry, Mr. Reynolds. I spoke out of turn."

After a brief moment of silence, Zachary made his decision. He called the housekeeper who had gone out on an errand to return.

Walking to the hallway window, Zachary dialed the pinned number in his contacts list. The call connected quickly.

Sarah's tone was casual, yet it immediately tugged at his heart. "What is it?"

Hearing her voice, the longing in Zachary's heart surged instantly. He took a silent breath to suppress the overwhelming impulse before saying hoarsely, "Sasa, Mia's having an episode. She needs you."

I need you too.

Zachary swallowed the second half of his sentence.

Sarah paused briefly, then her professional instincts kicked in as she asked seriously, "When did it start? What's her current condition? Give me a quick overview. I'll come right away."

Standing at a higher level, Zachary immediately spotted the figure that so disturbed his peace, striding in through the main gate.

It had been several days since he'd seen her. She seemed to have lost some weight.

Zachary hurried downstairs to meet her, but halfway down, something stopped him. His steps halted, and his face gradually returned to its calm state.

"Miss Sanders!" Mia's nanny had no such reservations. She ran over, took Sarah's hand, and pulled her toward the stairs. "Please come with me quickly."

With her professional instincts taking over, Sarah focused entirely on Mia, paying no attention to others and automatically ignoring Zachary's eager, hungry gaze.

She didn't immediately approach Mia. Psychological issues required proper diagnosis and treatment—rushing in blindly wouldn't help.

"Zachary, where are Mia's recent psychological evaluation reports?" Sarah finally spared some attention for him.