A Nobody to a Trillionaire: The $100 Trillion Vault Changed Everything-Chapter 22: Cutting Ties

Sitting on the sick bed inside the hospital's ward, Kieran held the iPad close to his face as he watched the video showing Mr Stamps getting dragged into the bus. He watched with a neutral expression that even Amanda couldn't decipher what was going on in his mind.

Soon, he returned the device, and carefully positioning his bandaged arm, he got off the bed to look at the city view through the window.

It was beautiful as ever, and also restless.

The door to the room creaked open at that time... but Kieran didn't turn to look at who was there. He had already got a call from them saying they would come to visit him – Zyn.

Amanda bowed at Zyn, greeting, "Hello, Miss Zyn."

Holding onto a bouquet of chocolates, together with a blue plastic box, Zyn smiled at her. And replied, "Hey. You're looking good today."

Kieran chuckled – how does she look different when she is in nothing else but an office suit? Not that much flattery for a diligent bookworm. Zyn later asked Amanda to give them a few minutes, and she left.

Zyn then sat on the bed and stared at the wall in silence before glancing at Kieran's back. Her lips parted, but she said nothing. Kieran didn't say anything either.

What an awkward moment.

Zyn's phone suddenly chimed and she received a call from one of her employees... who asked something regarding a customer's cloth purchase. She said she would be there in a minute and hung up. Rising from the bed, she said anyway,

"I made you some chicken soup because I heard it's good for recovery. So... I will get going now." Then she turned slowly, with a bit of sluggishness one could see clearly.

As if sensing what was on her mind, Kieran spun his head around and asked her,

"Don't you want to ask about who the person that night was?"

Zyn stopped. After a few seconds of silence, she looked back at him and asked, "What's that?"

Why was she acting as though she had heard nothing? Sophia's voice? Kieran wondered before taking a step forward, which was when Zyn stopped him with a hand gesture.

"Stay back," was all she said, her eyes shut in frustration. "I have got a customer waiting for me at the mall, so this definitely isn't the time. Or there won't ever be a time for us to talk about that."

Kieran leaned back, watching her with wonder.

"Actually..." Zyn interjected with a slight chuckle, hiding her resentment, "... we should stop seeing each other. Whenever I see you, I just get reminded of that day... of how disappointed I was in you, and the hope I had for our relationship..."

"So," Kieran cut in, his tight facial expression matching his tone, "you want to stop being friends?"

Zyn sighed, out of fake relief, putting her hand down.

"Yes. Maybe that's the best way to put it," she declared.

Kieran shrugged and replied, "Okay. If that's what you want."

For some seconds, Zyn just stared at him; then soon, she exhaled bitterly, as tears streaked down her face. This was the same as when he called her to Mount Everest eight years ago, and she had foolishly gone there thinking they were going hiking as planned. All he told her that day was,

I think I don't have feelings for you anymore. Let's break up.

She hated herself for standing to see him act as nonchalant today as that day. As though she never meant anything to him.

"You fucking asshole!" was her groan before stumbling out of the ward and slamming the door behind her.

Kieran sighed out loud, moving his palm across his face before walking back to the window. And tightened his grip around the frame as though he would strangle the life out of it.

Zyn climbed down the lift of the hospital, her legs heavy and her heart sinking down her ribcage. She sniffed as tears streamed down more and more, so much that an old woman pushed around by a nurse in a wheelchair offered a hand.

She called Zyn, who bent to her level and masked her face with a smile. But everyone could see the sadness she held, and the old woman wiped it off with her hand so no one else could see it.

Smiling at Zyn, her hand holding onto her chin, the woman assured her,

"It's okay, you will be okay... Maybe not now, but one day, you will. Don't be so hard on yourself, my dear... You don't want sadness to hide away your angelic face, do you?"

Zyn chuckled, breathed out, and closed her eyes in silent pleasure. When she was about to leave, she heard what two guys were discussing.

She looked at them as they passed by; so did the woman and the nurse.

The guy wearing a jean top said to the other, tilting his phone screen his way, "Look at this man... he murdered most of his business partners, including that beautiful woman... um, Martyr. Now, he attempted the same on Mr Holland a few days ago. But guess what? That man dropped the charges against him."

"What? Is he crazy or something?!"

"I know, right? Well, who knows what's on his mind? Those dudes are very hard to predict."

"Yeah, yeah... that's right."

The old woman stared back at Zyn, who continued looking at the guys even though they had finished talking.

She asked, "Is something troubling your mind, dear?"

Zyn glanced at her right away and smiled wryly, denying it. "Ah... not at all." Then she bowed to her. "Thanks, grandma. You've such a nice heart."

The woman held her closer and parted her arm from shoulder to wrist. For some reason, the nurse forced a smile when Zyn locked eyes with her.

She also noticed it...

"Please get her back inside safely. I have an important thing to attend to, so I can't stay too long," Zyn said, already turning away.

"Alright, take care," the nurse said, bowing slightly.

"Bye."

When Zyn was gone, the nurse whispered to the woman, "That was a slick move, ma'am."

The woman looked straight, her cheeky, warm expression turning into a cold one similar to that of a ruthless tyrant.

"One by one, that's how we get them down."

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