Their Villain, The Mogul's Beloved

Chapter 280

Chapter 280

“Linda, hurry up! Get the chef to make Yosef ssoup-it’ll warm his stomach,” Maelis called out, her voice

urgent.

“Mr. Yosef Shaw, Mrs. Shaw, I'm afraid there's no soup left,” Linda said hesitantly, stepping forward with an

apologetic

look.

“What do you mean there's no soup? Don’t you know Yosef needs it regularly for his health?” Maelis’s tone

sharpened, her rare display of anger revealing her mounting frustration. It felt as though everything was

conspiring against her.

“Mrs. Shaw, the ingredients for the soup were always provided by Ms. Zinnia Shaw. She knew Mr. Yosef Shaw had

stomach. issues, so she would prepare the ingredients for us to make the soup,” Linda explained, her head

slightly bowed.

It wasn't as if Yosef had always had soup to drink; it only beca regular thing after Zinnia started providing

the ingredients. Now that she’s been driven away, there's no one to prepare them anymore.

They didn’t appreciate Zinnia when she was here, but now that she'd gone, everyone seemed to want something

from her.

“Zinnia provided it?” The group was completely taken aback by this revelation.

“My soup was prepared by Zinnia?” Yosef's voice carried a note of disbelief, his expression stunned. He hadn't

expected the soup he relied on to be her doing.

His stomach had always been sensitive, making it hard for him to eat certain foods. With frequent social

engagements and occasional drinking, his stomach often felt uncomfortable, leaving him restless at night.

But at spoint, the house started serving soup that soothed his stomach and left him feeling refreshed. Yosef

had grown quite fond of it.

Every the returned home, Linda would bring him a bowl of soup. After drinking it, he could finally get a good

night's

sleep.

The next day, he'd feel energized for work, and the soup even seemed to have snourishing effects. He

never imagined.

it was Zinnia who had been behind it all.

“Yes, it was Ms. Zinnia Shaw. She always seemed so happy watching Mr. Yosef Shaw enjoy the soup,” Linda

replied softly,

her gaze lowered.

“Then why isn’t she sending it now? Couldn't she have prepared extra portions for her brother?” Maelis blurted

out, clearly surprised by Zinnia’s actions. Her expression turned awkward as she realized what she'd said.

“Yosef works hard for the family, ensuring we all live well. Why wouldn't she prepare more for him?” Maelis

continued, her tone growing increasingly self-righteous

After all, Yosef worked tirelessly for the farmily, even earning the money for her allowance. It was only natural for

Zinnia to treat him well.

Linda was speechless and she knew they got Zinnia away.

“There were no extra portions. Every time, Ms. Zinnia Shaw personally brought the ingredients to us,” Linda

stated

honestly.

Timothy had just walked through the door when he overheard Linda in the living room, and it made him pause.

So, even Yosef's health soup had been provided by Zinnia.

“Why can’t any of you remember these things? Now look, Zinnia’s gone, and what is Yosef supposed to drink?

Honestly, this is just ridiculous.” Maelis snapped, her irritation evident.

Linda kept her head down, not daring to respond. When the family was venting, it wasn’t her place to chin.

Besides, no one would've thought they'd manage to drive Zinnia away in just two months.

“Alright, Mom. Linda, please ask the chef to makea bowl of soup,” Yosef said, his tone calm but firm.

“Yes, sir,” Linda replied before quietly leaving the room.

Howard stood off to the side, feeling a strange sense of discomfort. He'd heard that Zinnia had even prepared

calming soup for Timothy but not for him.

Yasef eventually finished his soup and returned to his room. After spending stworking in the study, he

finally went to bed. But the alcohol he'd had earlier left his stomach unsettled.

He lay in bed for what felt like forever, unable to fall asleep. Reaching for his phone on the nightstand, he

unlocked it and opened Zinnia’s Whatprofile.

The chat history between the two siblings was completely empty, save for the automated system message from

when they first added each other. They hadn't exchanged a single word.

Yosef hesitated for a moment, then started typing. After sthought, he sent a message: [Zinnia, where do

you get the ingredients for your health soup? Could you make another batch for me? I'm willing to pay.]

He hit send, but a red exclamation mark appeared: [You are not her friend.] Yosef froze, staring at the screen in

disbelief.

She had deleted him.

Zinnia had no idea what was going on with the Shaw family. Her days were simple and peaceful-attending

classes, finishing homework, and heading home. Soon, she received the news that a new place had been found

for her.

Jackson worked quickly. Within two days, he had secured a house that was perfect for Zinnia. “Zinnia, let's go

check out the new place,” he said warmly,

That weekend, Jackson took Zinnia to see, the house,

“Zinnia, this place has great security, all the facilities you'd need, and it’s super close to school-just a five-minute

walk. You can even sleep in a little longer in the mornings,” Jackson explained as they strolled through the

neighborhood.

The house was located in one of Jinston’s most exclusive neighborhoods, where wealth, status, and power were

prerequisites for residency.

Despite being in the bustling city center, the area was surprisingly quiet and serene, with the school

conveniently situated right across the street.

The property was a spacious 300-square-meter flat with a garden. Bright and airy, the interior had already been

decorated in a cozy off-white palette, thanks to Jackson's arrangements.

“Jackson, isn’t this place way too big for just me?” Zinnia asked, her voice filled with surprise.

“Not at all. You deserve the very best, Zinnia,” Jackson replied with a firm yet affectionate nod.

“If you ever need anything, just reach out to the person upstairs. Yannis lives right above you,” Jackson said as

he guided her through the house, gesturing toward the ceiling.

Their floor was the 18th, while Yannis resided on the 19th.

“Yannis?” Zinnia murmured, her mind instantly conjuring the image of that laid-back yet strikingly beautiful man.

“Yes, Yannis is just upstairs. If anything comes up, don’t hesitate to find him. I've already spoken to him about it,”

Jackson assured her.

“Though Yannis’s currently away on a business trip, you won't be able to meet him for now,” he added.

“Alright,” Zinnia nodded in understanding.

“Zinnia, | know you love growing herbs, so | didn’t plant any flowers in the garden. Instead, | had herbs flown in

and planted just for you,” Jackson said, his voice filled with care.

“Just like at home, each section is labeled with what's planted. Take a look later, and if there’s anything missing,

letknow-I'll have it added for you,” he continued.

Jackson then led Zinnia out of the living room to the garden.

He had specifically hired a designer to create a dedicated herb-growing area tailored to Zinnia’s needs.

Even the soil had been replaced and specially treated, as the original garden soil wasn't suitable for cultivating

herbs.

Next to the herb garden was a charming pavilion, perfect for relaxing and enjoying the view. At sunset, the area

offered a breathtaking display of colors.

“Thank you, Jackson,” Zinnia said sincerely.

Though Jackson described the garden's setup in a few simple words, Zinnia couldn't help but marvel at how

much effort Jackson must've put into this. Replacing the soil alone was a huge task, let alone planting fragile

herbs.

“Why thank me? You're my little sister,” Jackson said with a smile, his dark eyes softening as he gently ruffled

her hair.

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