Chapter 589

"Her fever's gone."

Henry let out a sigh of relief, but still looked a bit worried. "You should get some sleep. I'll be right next door..."

"You need to rest too," Zoey cut in, pointing to the room next door. "You've been watching over me all morning."

Henry shook his head and pointed to the nearby couch. "I'll be right here. Just call me if you need anything."

"But..."

"No buts." Henry leaned down and kissed her forehead gently. "I can't leave you alone."

Zoey knew she couldn't win this one, so she gave in.

Watching him walk to the couch, his tall frame barely fitting on the too-small piece of furniture, his long legs hanging off the edge, she felt a mix of sweetness and heartache.

"How can you rest properly like that?" she muttered softly.

Henry heard her and winked. "I had special forces training as a kid. Get some sleep and don't worry about me."

Zoey knew she needed rest, so she didn't push it further.

She thought she had slept enough in the morning and wouldn't be tired now, but as soon as she lay down, a wave of exhaustion washed over her.

In a haze, she heard Henry softly humming a gentle tune, the same one he often used to lull Gabriel and Travis to sleep.

With the familiar lullaby, she quickly drifted off.

She didn't know how much time had passed when a sudden phone ring shattered the room's tranquility.

Zoey frowned in her sleep but didn't wake up.

Henry immediately sprang up from the couch, took a few quick steps to the nightstand, and picked up Zoey's phone.

The screen displayed "Dad."

He quietly walked out of the bedroom and closed the door before answering the call. "Hey, Franklin. Everything okay?"

"Henry?" Franklin's voice sounded surprised. "Where's Zoey?"

"Zoey's resting," Henry whispered. "She started running a fever this morning. She got a fever-reducing shot and just fell asleep."

"A fever? Is it serious?"

Franklin's tone immediately turned anxious. "How are the medical facilities in Marigoldia? Should I arrange a private jet to bring her back?"

"Don't worry," Henry quickly explained. "Joseph has already taken care of it. The fever's gone now. It's just a common cold. She'll be fine after a couple of days of rest."

There was a brief silence on the other end, followed by Franklin's relieved sigh. "That's good. You went on this vacation to relax, and now she's sick."

"It's my fault for not being more careful," Henry said, feeling guilty. "I should have paid more attention to the temperature changes."

Franklin sighed. "It's not your fault. People easily catch colds when the weather changes. Just take good care of her."

"Don't worry, I will."

Franklin suddenly remembered, "By the way, Gabriel and Travis haven't caught it, have they?"

"No, Zoey's been very careful."

Henry glanced at the closed bedroom door. "Gabriel and Travis have been very considerate. They even said they want Mom to rest well."

Franklin's tone relaxed a bit. "That's good. Let her rest. Contact me if anything comes up."

"Will do, Franklin."

After hanging up, Henry gently pushed open the bedroom door, confirmed that Zoey was still sleeping soundly, and then closed the door again.

He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the blue sea and white sand outside, his thoughts drifting back home.

Meanwhile, on the top floor of the Hughes Group headquarters in Starlight City CBD, Franklin put down his phone and looked grimly at a document on his desk.

It was a summary report of recent negative news about Honghe Film and Television Company.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. His assistant, Bodhi, walked in respectfully. "Mr. Hughes, there's an update on the public opinion regarding Honghe Film and Television Company."

"Go ahead," Franklin said without looking up.

"Several top stars from Helena Company have been involved in scandals, and brand partners are starting to withdraw investments. At this rate, Honghe Film and Television Company's market value has already shrunk by 40%, and the industry outlook is pessimistic."

Franklin sneered. "Not enough. Let those scandals keep brewing online. Get a few media outlets to dig deeper. Also," he looked up, a cold glint in his eye, "check into Honghe Film and Television Company's tax issues."

Bodhi nodded knowingly. "I've already started investigating. There are indeed some suspicious areas. We've also informed the tax bureau."

"Good." Franklin stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the city below. "Helena dared to scheme against me; they'll pay the price."

His phone screen was still lit, showing a wallpaper of Zoey, Gabriel, and Travis on the Marigoldia beach, all smiling brightly.

But Franklin's expression at that moment was a stark contrast to the warm scene in the photo.

He suddenly turned, "By the way, make arrangements. If Zoey's condition changes, prepare the private jet immediately."

"I understand." Bodhi quickly noted it down. "Should we inform Mr. Windsor?"

Franklin shook his head. "Not yet. I don't want them to worry. I'm just making a contingency plan."

After Bodhi left, Franklin finally sat back in his chair and continued to tackle the mountain of paperwork in front of him.

But every now and then, his gaze would drift to his phone, as if through the small screen, he could see Zoey sleeping peacefully miles away.

Back at the Marigoldia beach house, Zoey turned over in her sleep, a slight smile curling on her lips, as if she were dreaming something sweet.

Henry gently pushed open the door, checked that her blanket was properly covering her, and then quietly retreated.

The sea breeze brought the sound of distant waves, as if nature itself was providing a soundtrack for this tender moment.

As dusk fell, the Marigoldia sky turned a deep blue-purple, with a few early stars dotting the horizon.

On the wooden boardwalk of the resort, Celine walked briskly in her high heels, the sea breeze tousling her wavy hair.

She had just returned from visiting friends in Marigoldia city, still carrying the scent of tropical spices from the night market.

She hadn't been back for two days and missed Zoey.

"Zoe?" She knocked lightly on the beach house door, her voice filled with the excitement of reunion. "I'm back!"

The door quickly opened, revealing Henry's slightly tired face.

Seeing Celine, he was momentarily stunned, then lowered his voice. "You're back."

Celine raised an eyebrow, peering over Henry's shoulder into the house. "Where's Zoe? Sleeping already?"

Henry stepped aside to let her in, taking the shopping bags from her hands. "She had a fever this morning, got a fever-reducing shot, and has been sleeping since."

"A fever?" Celine's steps halted, her smile instantly fading. "How did she suddenly get a fever?"

Before she could finish her sentence, the doorbell rang again.

Henry went to open the door, and Joseph and Claire stood outside, carrying a medical kit and some fruit.

"We came to check on Zoe..." Claire's words trailed off as she saw Celine standing in the living room. "Celine, you're back."