The Betrayed Heiress Is Now the CEO’s Obsession novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30

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By the time Zac’s driver dropped him off at the villa, it was already past 3 am,

He stumbled into his bedroom, collapsed onto the bed, and passed out Immediately.

The next time he opened his eyes, it wasn’t because he woke up naturally. It was because of the pain.

“Charlotte, my stomach hurts.” His voice was groggy. “Grab my meds.”

Silence

He called out again. “Charlotte? Charlotte-”

Nothing.

His eyes snapped open, and reality hit him

She wasn’t here anymore.

like a brick.

Zac sat up, pressing a hand to his stomach. It felt strangely empty–not just physically, but something deeper than that. Frustration flickered Jacross his face as he got up, searching through drawers and cabinets.

Nothing.

The pain sharpened. With no other choice, he grabbed his phone and called the housekeeper,

Mrs. Zimmer picked up, groggy and clearly half–asleep. “Mr. Gibson?”

“Where’s the stomach medicine?” Zac’s voice was low and strained.

Mrs. Zimmer clenched her fists, inhaled deeply, and reminded herself why she tolerated this job.

“Good pay. Good pay. It’s just sleep deprivation. I can deal with this,” she muttered to herself.

Then, she glanced at the clock–¿am.

“This man is insane,” she silently remarked.

Suppressing the urge to quit on the spot, she took another deep breath and answered as patiently as she could. “The medicine cabinet is in Miss Riley’s room. First drawer.”

Zachung up without another word.

He made his way to Charlotte’s room, gripping the wall for support. Once he reached the cabinet, he pulled open the drawer.

Cure enough, there was a small medical dit inside, packed neatly with different battles and packets of pills.

His stomach twisted with pain again, but as he stared at the various labels, another problem arose.

Which

hone was the right

hit one?

For years, Charlotte had always been the one to give him his meds. She knew exactly what to do, how many pills he needed, even whether he should take them before or after eating.

Now, without her, he had no idea.

Cursing under his breath, Zac slimmed the labels as quickly as his aching head allowed, grabbed the one that looked closest, and downed two pills.

“It won’t kill me,” he thought.

That was his last thought before exhaustion pulled him under again.

When he woke up, it was already noon

Still groggy, he called for the housekeeper. “Make me some oatmeal.”

Mrs, Zimmer poked her head in. “Do you mean the special one Miss Riley used to make?”

Zac rubbed his temples. “Yeah.”

She hesitated. “Mr. Gibson… Tcan’t make that.”

His brown furrowed. “Why not?”

“It takes time. The as need to be soaked overight, and we’d need fresh sweet potatoes. If we start now, it won’t be ready for hours.”

She

e added, “Furthermore, I only know the Ingredients, but I don’t know the exact recipe or how to season it, so I wouldn’t be able to make it properly”

Zac exhaled Impatiently. “Fine. Just make plain oatmeal”

Mrs. Zimuser grinned. “That, I can do.”

His head was pounding. After giving the order, he leaned back against the bed, rubbing his temples.

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