Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 701

He never imagined Vivian would dare do such a thing. Drugging someone's drink was despicable behavior. He never thought the normally proud Vivian would stoop to this level.

He weakly held onto the car door, took a deep breath, and dug his right hand hard into his thigh. The intense pain brought him a moment of clarity.

But this brief lucidity only allowed him to make the most rational decision. He could clearly feel the burning heat throughout his body, as if thousands of ants were crawling all over him.

When they finally reached Void Bay, the driver looked at Zachary's condition with concern. "Mr. Reynolds, should I take you to the hospital instead?"

Zachary refused with a cold stare. "Not necessary."

He knew with certainty that if he appeared at a hospital tonight, tomorrow's trending news would definitely be about his hospital visit. At this stage, he couldn't afford to openly start fire with Vivian.

He looked weakly at the driver. "Help me inside."

If he couldn't stay calm now, who knew what serious consequences might follow.

His hallucinations at Vivian's had been bad enough—he was almost seeing the driver as Sarah now.

The driver carefully helped Zachary into the house and, following his instructions, filled the bathroom tub with cold water.

Zachary told the driver to leave. Then he stripped off all his clothes and lay down in the bathtub.

The cold water chilled his skin. The weather was already cold, let alone lying in ice water in such conditions, but he had no other choice.

In the freezing cold, his entire body felt stiff. His hands and feet became numb, no longer feeling the coldness.

Zachary suddenly laughed. "Sasa, it's my fault. I kept telling you the time wasn't right. The truth is, I was afraid that if you knew the whole truth one day, you might completely hate me. If possible, I'd rather you never learned those secrets."

Sarah's voice grew increasingly urgent. "Zachary, what are you talking about? You've hidden so many things from me before. Are you planning to tell me now?"

Zachary kept his eyes closed, his thin lips pressed together. "I'm sorry, I can't tell you."

"Zachary, you can't hide things forever. Even if you don't tell me, I'll find out someday on my own. If there's nothing else, don't call again." Sarah said coldly before hanging up.

Listening to the busy tone, Zachary felt confused. He looked at his phone with a sense of panic and dialed the number again.

He seemed to have completely forgotten their conversation from moments ago, only remembering his desire to call Sarah.