Zachary remained silent.
The security detail did not accompany them to the hospital. With Serenity present, they would only become an unwelcome, noisy third wheel.
Only Serenity could effectively manage the boss. Even if the sky were to fall, she would be capable of handling it. It was better for them to head home to shower and sleep—definitely a restful night ahead.
More than an hour later, they returned to Brynfield.
As she opened the door, Serenity said, “You should lie down for a bit first. I’ll prepare your medication, and once you’ve taken it, you can rest.”
Even without Serenity’s prompting, the doctor had prescribed Zachary three types of injections. They were neatly packaged and organized by the time of day for administration. All Zachary needed to do was endure the pain.
This approach saved a lot of effort.
Of course, the pain was still just as intense as it usually was.
Zachary was currently so compliant he resembled Serenity’s pet cat. With a hum of acknowledgment, he entered their home and lay down on the sofa.
Serenity placed the prescription on the coffee table and retrieved a large needle from the first aid kit. After disinfecting it with an alcohol swab, she prepared a band-aid to cover the injection site afterward. She settled onto the single-seat sofa and extracted the vials—about twenty in total.
Seeing the large needle, Zachary instinctively recoiled.
She was doing this on purpose.
She knew he had a strong fear of needles, yet she still chose such a large one for his medication.
However, he did not dare speak up.
Serenity was furious.
At that moment, if he chose silence, it was to avoid provoking her further.
The tigress scolded him sternly. Minutes later.
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