Their Villain, The Mogul's Beloved

Chapter 522

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While they were having dinner, Chandler had already arranged for someone to tidy up the house.

Since it was usually kept clean, after today’s thorough cleaning, it was ready for them to move in right away.

Zinnia helped Nathan settle onto the sofa, then leaned over the coffee table to pour him a glass of water. Nathan

took the glass from her and sipped it slowly.

“Is there really no other way to help you? Do we really have to find the Florivive? Isn't there any other antidote?”

Zinnia sat beside him, her eyes filled with concern as she noticed the unnatural pallor of his lips.

Even Nathan, a peerless healer, couldn't find a cure, let alone Zinnia possibly succeeded.

The real reason he asked her to treat him was simply to give her something to focus on, to keep her from getting

lost in her own emotions, and to help her pull herself together.

Nathan was suffering from multiple organ failure caused by poisoning, a condition that had baffled even the best

doctors.

Even if they eventually found the Florivive and cured the poison, the toxins would have already caused

irreversible damage to his body. His lifespan would still be drastically shortened.

“That's it. This poison is incurable. Even that so-called antidote-no one knows if it'll work in the end.” Nathan

shook head gently and said, “Zinnia, I'm telling you this because everyone has to face life and death.

“In the worst case, | might not be able to stay by your side much longer.”

Seeing Zinnia’s expression darken, Nathan gently stroked her hair and said, “Don’t worry. There's still hope. |

would never give up. | could never bear to leave you all alone.”

“Stop with that depressing talk. | won't hear it-not one bit.” Zinnia turned her gaze away, her eyes welling up

again. She just couldn't bear to hear about Nathan's condition.

“Alright, 1 won't say it then,” Nathan sighed, lips curving into a gentle smile.

“We'll find it. I know we will. You're such a good person, Nathan. God will show mercy. They couldn't bear to take

you away,” Zinnia said, her voice muffled but resolute.

In her heart, Zinnia was certain. Someone as kind as Nathan-surely, fate wouldn't dare claim him.

“May your sweet words bringluck, Zinnia,” Nathan smiled again. Beneath the mask, his eyes were soft and

clear, lit with a gentle smile, radiantly beautiful.

“Zinnia, go fetch the medical books from the archive room, okay? Letsee if you have been studying hard.”

Nathan gently tilted his chin toward the archive room, signaling her to go get the books.

“Okay, you rest for a bit. I'll go look for them,” Zinnia said softly.

It had been a while since Zinnia had been back. She got up and headed upstairs to the archive room on the

second floor.

Nathan watched her go upstairs. As soon as he heard the door close overhead, he was suddenly seized by a

violent coughing fit.

Fumbling for his ever-present handkerchief, he pressed it desperately to his mouth, but the coughing wouldn't

stop. His complexion turned much paler.

With his back to the staircase, Nathan hunched over, his entire body trembling with each convulsive cough.

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Zinnia stood at the top of the stairs, her hands clenched tightly at her sides as she fought the urge to rush

downstairs. She knew Nathan was deliberately trying to keep her from seeing him.

“Nathan, where did you put the medical archives?” Zinnia’s voice called from the second-floor stairwell

Nathan swallowed hard, hurriedly tucked the handkerchief behind his back, and turned toward the second floor.

“It should be in the second cabon the right,” he replied.

“Got it,” Zinnia called back cheerfully from upstairs. Her voice faded away, replaced by the sounds of her

rummaging upstairs.

Nathan exhaled slowly, feeling the dampness on his handkerchief. His gaze dropped to the dark bloodstains

soaking into the fabric, his long lashes quivering.

He sighed. ‘Damn this body. Hang in there, he muttered to himself.

After making sure everything was in order, Nathan pulled himself together and headed upstairs.

“Haven't found it yet?” Nathan asked gently as he pushed open the door. There was Zinnia, crouched inside and

lost in thought.

He stepped into the room. “What's wrong?” Nathan asked softly.

“Nathan, you actually kept all these things?” Seeing Nathan enter, Zinnia no longer thought about going

downstairs and simply plopped down cross-legged on the floor. The wooden floor wasn’t as cold as stone.

“Here, sit on this cushion. The floor’s cold,” Nathan said gently, picking up a cushion and placing it beside her.

Zinnia scooted over and settled herself on the cushion.

Nathan bent down beside her and immediately recognized what had caught her attention. It was the toy chest

from Zinnia’s childhood.

“These are all memories of your growing up. How could | ever bear to throw them away?” Upon seeing the toy

chest filled with tiny, delicate toys, Nathan's gaze softened with tenderness.

“Why do you have that ugly little doll hanging up there?” Zinnia picked up the wind chfrom the chest.

Dangling from it was a small wooden figure, clumsily painted in bright colors-an absolute eyesore. It really was

ugly. She'd scribbled on it as a child. Calling it a doll was generous; it was really just a long block of wood.

The wind chwas Nathan's gift to Zinnia when she wished to hear the wind’s song and catch its whisper. He

told her, “When the chrings, it means the wind is here. Now you can listen to its melody.”

To hold the chiming wind chwas to hold the singing wind itself.

“Ugly? | think it’s adorable,” Nathan said. Seeing Zinnia poke at the wooden doll with a look of distaste, he gently

caught her hand to stop her.

Back then, Zinnia was just five years old. At that tender age, every thought in her little mind was pure and

adorable. Nathan was making a wind chout of wood. Zinnia sat right beside him, her big, sparkling eyes

fixed adoringly on him as she watched him work. Seeing Nathan busy, she waved her hands excitedly, eager to

join in.

She wanted to play too. Seeing Zinnia reach for the colored markers, Nathan handed them to her, along with a

spare wooden block he'd sanded smooth.

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Back then. Zamia had no sense of aesthetics. She just smeared on whatever colors she liked, turning the block

into a garish

She drew on a pair of eyebrows and a mouth. Pointing at her hideously colorful wooden block, she proudly

announced, Nathan, Jock My doll Hang it up

Nathan looked at her hideous little creation, and with a fond smile, obediently hung it right alongside his own

exquisitely crafted wind chime, without a word of protest.

Nathan, how can you pretend it’s pretty with a straight face? | can barely stand to look at it myself.

“Your wind chis so beautiful, but hanging my ugly little doll on it totally ruins the aesthetic.” Zinnia held up

the wind chas she spoke

Nathan was exceptionally skilled with his hands. Everything he made was both beautiful and flawless.

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Zinnia held the wind chand spun around in a slow circle. The little bells swayed, but not a single sound came

out,

They were made from a special material. They would only ring when the wind passed through.

Zinnia looked at Nathan and said

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ring, then your wish will ctrue.

“Then, would you like to make a wish, Zinnia?” Nathan smiled gently. He had never once opposed her decisions.

“I will” Zinnia nodded, her gaze drifting to the clear blue sky outside.

Pursing her lips slightly, she closed her eyes. She made her wish and waited for what felt like an eternity, waiting

for the wind to come, hoping it would hear her plea.

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“Zinnia?” Nathan called softly.

Zinnia’s fingers tightened around the wind chime. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes. Just then, a gust of wind

stirred. It brushed across both their faces.

Zinnia's eyes welled up. The wind blew through, and the chimes rang.

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