Chapter 486 The Joy of Regaining What Was Lost

"Zackary!"

"Zack!"

"Boss!"

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Many voices sounded at the same time, Dylan wanted to grab Zackary, but he was still holding Ethan in his arms, he ultimately did not catch him.

Samuel and the bodyguard also desperately reached out, trying to pull him back, but his downward momentum was too strong, they simply couldn't pull him back.

"Zackary! Zackary..."

Lola, crying, rushed to the edge of the stairs, stretching her hand forcefully downwards. At that moment, she truly felt like she wanted to die.

She was a bad person, ruthless and unscrupulous in achieving her own goals. But she truly loved Zackary.

Everything she did was to stay by the side of the man she loved. If anything were to happen to him, she really wouldn't need to live anymore.

The servants on the ground floor were also scared into a cold sweat, with screams rising and falling. Just when everyone thought Zackary was destined to fall to pieces, he actually grabbed the railing of the third floor and did not continue to fall.

In the backyard, this building, apart from the third floor balcony which was open, all other floors were enclosed. Zackary's arm was grazed, he was holding onto the railing, evidently struggling.

Dylan noticed Zackary's struggle, he quickly placed Ethan into Samuel's arms and rushed to the third floor.

Zackary's skills were truly impressive. Even with an injured arm, he managed to climb up to the third-floor balcony using his clever strength.

With the help of Dylan and the bodyguard, he was quickly pulled up to the balcony on the third floor.

Zackary's right arm was severely injured, dripping with fresh blood.

He had no time to pay attention to the wound on his arm, he anxiously asked Dylan, "Where's Ethan? How is he now?"

"Ethan was fine."

Dylan looked into the eyes of his younger brother, filled with helplessness.

"Zack, if you care so much about Ethan, why do you keep pushing him so hard?" Dylan sighed softly, "You're only hurting yourself by doing this."

Zackary didn't speak. He stood stiffly for a moment, then hurried towards the rooftop.

Holding the unconscious Ethan tightly in his arms, Zackary looked at his pale little face, unable to describe the feeling in his heart.

There was joy in regaining what was lost, but more so, there was indescribable pain and embarrassment.

He and Penelope both hated him to death.

He was his biological father, but he would rather die than stay by his side.

He and Penelope, neither of them had him in their hearts.

The servants were afraid that Ethan would really jump down and get hurt, so they had already called the private doctor.

Zackary carried Ethan straight to his room. A private doctor had carefully examined Ethan and found that his body was not in serious trouble. It was just that he had just had his stomach pumped due to poisoning and had gone through such a turmoil, which caused him to suddenly faint.

The private doctor wanted to treat the wound on Zackary's arm, but he was completely uncooperative. He directly ordered the private doctors to step back.

Still, it was only when Dylan insisted on having his wounds treated by a private doctor that he reluctantly accepted the treatment with a cold face.

Zackary's eyes, as if they were on Ethan's small face, he extended his uninjured left hand, gently tracing Ethan's eyebrows and eyes.

Once, when Ethan had a chubby little face, he really looked a lot like Lyman, but now, he's growing to look more and more like his Zackary.

As if, it was carved out of a mold.

However, Ethan, who had a face so similar to his, had never been on the same page with him.

His body was covered in his own blood, Zackary's blood, yet he only wanted to acknowledge others as his father.

Zackary tightly gripped Ethan's small hand, his eyes involuntarily welling up with tears.

Ethan, Penelope, if you cared about me, Zackary, even a little bit, I would have been willing to go through hell and high water for you. But, you didn't want me, Zackary.

"Zack, let Ethan go back to Penelope."

Seeing his younger brother, whom he had loved since childhood, in this state, Dylan also felt uncomfortable. He couldn't help but speak up to persuade him.

"Impossible!"

Zackary tightened his grip on Ethan's small hand a bit more. He knew that Ethan was unwilling to acknowledge him as his father, let alone stay by his side, but he also knew that he could never let him go.

Because, once he let go of him, he truly lost Penelope forever.

Ethan was Penelope's biggest weakness. Only when he threatened her with Ethan, would she not get a marriage license with Everett.

He was terrified that Penelope would become someone else's wife.

"Zack, why did you have to do this again!"

"Big brother, if Penelope were to marry Everett, I would die!"

Upon hearing Zackary's words, Dylan's heart clenched and his brows furrowed even more severely.

On his handsome face, identical to Zackary's, there was a clear sense of helplessness, "Zack, you obviously like Penelope so much, why won't you trust her, why won't you give her, and yourself, a chance?"

"Zack, I told you, sometimes, what the eyes see may not necessarily be the truth. Many things should be discerned with the heart."

"Discern with heart?"

Zackary sneered, "My heart, it's long been dead! Died in the hands of that heartless woman!"

"Big brother, you don't need to persuade me anymore. Even if I don't care about this stupid cripple, he is still my Zackary's seed! I can't possibly let him call someone else 'Dad'. And it's even more impossible for Penelope to cohabit with another man!"

"Zack, Ethan is not a stupid cripple! He is the treasure of our Spencer family!"

Dylan loved his younger brother, Zackary, but he couldn't stand his beloved nephew always being called a stupid cripple.

"Zack, Mom didn't lie to you, and she wouldn't lie to you! Penelope was indeed sick, I checked the hospital's medical records, she really had late-stage stomach cancer! Zack, don't let yourself regret!"

After saying this, Dylan turned around and started walking towards the outside of the room.

Zackary stared fixedly at Dylan's retreating figure, suddenly bursting into a restrained, cold laughter.

To tell a lie, one had to use countless lies to cover it up.

For the lie about her late-stage stomach cancer, Penelope really went to great lengths! She even didn't forget to have the doctor falsify her medical records!

However, she couldn't fool him, Zackary!

How could such a woman, who was as venomous as a viper, heartless and cold, and only interested in climbing the social ladder, possibly have been diagnosed with late-stage stomach cancer!

Her feigned weakness was truly nauseating!

Although the doctor said that Ethan was already fine, Zackary still wanted to stay by his side.

However, there was an extremely urgent matter at the company that required his attention. He had no choice but to leave Ethan in Lola's care and rush to the company in a great hurry.

Zackary was fine, and Lola's heart had long since settled back into her stomach, safe and sound.

As for taking good care of Ethan...

She liked it the most.

After confirming that Zackary had already left the villa, Lola took out a thin, long needle from her limited edition handbag.

"Ethan, you fool, Zackary handed you over to me."

"It fell into my hands, you asked, how should I treat you well?"

Saying this, Lola suddenly exerted force, ruthlessly jabbing the needle in her hand into Ethan's body...