Chapter 35. It Didn’t Feel Cruel

Zayn stepped down the long marble stairs, his black shoes echoing lightly with each step. His expression was blank, unreadable as always. The mansion was already alive with motion—maids scurrying quietly, bodyguards stationed at every strategic corner. Each of them bowed respectfully as he passed.

“Good morning, sir.”

“Morning, Master Zayn.”

But Zayn didn’t reply to any of them. His eyes were cold. The doors to the dining room were already opened by one of the guards before he got there. He stepped in with silent authority.

Vera was already seated at the long dining table. She wore a satin robe, her makeup lightly done to appear effortlessly beautiful. The moment she saw him, she stood up with a bright smile.

“Good morning, darling,” she greeted warmly, walking over to pull out his chair.

Zayn sat down without glancing at her. “Morning,” he muttered, already pulling his sleek black tablet from the table. His eyes locked onto the screen, flicking t