There was a little hubbub at the Meyers mansion because of the unexpected visitor that had entered their homes, since it had been a very long time since they last saw him in person. It was Mac Meyer, the grand-patriarch of the family, who was the father to their dead father. Every member of the family came down as soon as they were informed that he was around, because it was a great surprise that he even visited them in the first place. He was a man who was rarely around in the country because he was busy traveling, and maintained a great distance from his family. However, his authority still stood in the family. He was the older version of Malcolm when it came to dealing with business and people, but was more outspoken, blunt, and humorous. “Malcolm isn't home?” Mac questioned no one in particular as he sat in the huge living room, where every member of the family had converged to see him. He and Irina maintained the greatest means of distance as his son's wife, and his grandchild
“Zoe!” They all heard the fierce, sharp voice call so powerfully as everyone's heads turned collectively, to see him storming powerfully towards where they were as he stood in front of Zoe instantly. “I will be back grandfather,” he said to the old man, who was a little surprised by the sudden outburst of his grandson after his unexpected appearance. “Let us go,” Malcolm turned to Zoe sharply, as he grabbed her arm firmly, and pulled her away from the prying eyes and suffocating scrutiny of everyone. Everyone was evidently taken aback by Malcolm's sudden outburst and the way he stormed in to disrupt everything, when they were yet to get over the surprise of Zoe suddenly acting like she didn't remember her grandmother. “What are you doing?” Zoe exclaimed with shock and confusion as she stumbled to keep up with his forceful stride. Seeing that she was trying to struggle with him, he swept her off her feet and carried her in his arms up the stairs. “Put me down!” Zoe fought with a fr
“What is wrong with Erin's granddaughter?” Mac questioned his grandson, Malcolm, as he stood impatiently in the private living room on the top floor, his eyes twitching with suppressed worry about what was going on. “Zoe is doing fine,” Malcolm answered sharply, hoping in his heart that she had not too much impression that something was truly wrong with her. “She asked who her grandmother was. Like she didn't remember her or something,” Mac mentioned, just in case Malcolm had no idea what he was talking about. “She has gone through so much these days. Pretending that her pain doesn't exist is her coping mechanism. I hope you understand,” Malcolm defended instantly, his voice low and convincing, in such a way that his grandfather would not go back and forth about the issue. “Is there something like that?” Mac muttered to himself with heavy contemplation, not seeming impressed by what he was hearing. “Why have you come to see us, grandfather? It is unlike you,” Malcolm questioned i
“Something must really be wrong. Is she pretending on purpose?” Irina asked no one in particular as she pondered on what had just gone down in the living room with Zoe and Mac the previous day, barely eating any of the breakfast that had been served to them. “What about the way he praised only her?” Audrey cut in bitterly, still feeling so bad for her son from yesterday, “He belittled everyone.”“Something is off. Even the way Malcolm overreacted and took her away instantly was suspicious,” Irina mouthed again and turned to Isla, “What do you think?” “I don't have much in mind. We will find out everything that is going on soon,” she responded calmly, not wanting to speak too much. Out of everyone, she was more and greatly disturbed even if she never showed it. The secret that Zoe found out about her was too destructive if it got out. ‘She couldn't allow her.’ “Perhaps their remarriage is true? Maybe for Malcolm, though. He seems invested in everything about her these days,” Audr
“Why do I have to do this?” Zoe questioned her grandfather on the phone after Gary came to the Meyers mansion, and put him on for her. “There is no time, Zoe!” He snapped angrily, hating that he had to explain himself to her when he wanted to save her ass from being canceled, “Leave with him now and do what is required. Else, your life might be over if people find out that you are mentally unwell!” Those were the very short words she had in a conversation with her grandfather, in the early hours of the morning, when she demanded to know why she was being asked to suddenly leave the country together with Malcolm. The news of her losing her mind had taken over the internet, and the front of the major company, other subsidiaries, and the Sinclair mansion were swarming with reporters, wanting to know the validity of such news and if she was indeed crazy. However, the fastest solution that Francis could think of was for her to go with Malcolm in his private jet to Canada as fast as poss
“We aren't leaving now?” Zoe's eyes jumped in surprise to hear different news from Malcolm, as she tilted her head in anticipation of a reason from him. “Yes,” Malcolm answered her, already observing how irritated she was by his answer. “Why?” her eyes narrowed at him, her lips curving to her deep frown. “It has been a while since we have been on a trip together. We could take this opportunity.”“I have no time for all this. I have to be back home,” Zoe dismissed with a much deeper grimace etched upon her face, as she turned away from his sight and began to strut out of the building, only to find out that no one that she recognized seemed to be there. “What have you done?!” She turned to Malcolm, who was coming behind her when she realized what was going on, her eyes blazing murderously at him. ‘She truly didn't have time. She was yet to find out anything, and this man was talking to her about a trip?!’“The workers were all hired for an hour at most. They left after doing thei
Zoe stayed in the bedroom of the suite the entire time till evening, while Malcolm left with Edward for some business around, and returned late in the evening to see Zoe a little busy with some work too. A little uncomfortable by their silence, he ordered dinner to be brought in later, so that both of them could eat together at the same table.“Why are you not eating?” Malcolm noticed the entire time they started eating, that Zoe found it hard to stomach more than five spoons. “I do not have an appetite,” she answered him, suddenly feeling suffocated when she realized that his heavy gaze was on her. “You haven't eaten anything since I left. Aren't you famished?” He questioned, his questioning eyes gazing at her as his forehead wrinkled in surprise. “It doesn't matter how famished I am. I still cannot eat even if I want,” she picked up a glass of water and drank a little from it. “Since when has it started?” Malcolm questioned, his face wrinkling in worry about her. “That means yo
“Don't you like the scenery? Everywhere looks beautiful,” Malcolm sparked up a conversation, not wanting to make every moment they were spending together boring as they walked out together. He was so glad that she chose to walk outdoors with him, and there seemed to be comfortable clothes waiting for her to change into which Malcolm had prepared already after he went out. “I do not know. I think it is cool,” she answered, feeling so bored by a conversation with a man she really wanted to be away from. “You seem to not know a lot of things that you like,” Malcolm pointed out, having noticed her attitude towards having things she liked from their few conversations. He wasn't even sure she had a hobby. All her life, she had always done things she had to do, and not things that she loved doing. “What else is left of someone who has lost herself alongside her memories?” Zoe muttered sarcastically. Those words suddenly made Malcolm, and he didn't like to hear her speak like that. He wa