Chapter 389 Where's Zoey?

Zoey took a taxi home. The taxi driver noticed she was as pale as wax in the rearview mirror. Assuming she had just received bad news at the hospital, he comforted her, "Miss, there's nothing we can't get over in life. If we're sick, then we'll get treated for it. If it’s incurable, then we'll enjoy life in paradise sooner. But you look young to me, so no disease should be incurable."

Zoey smiled slightly and said gratefully, "Thanks, mister. I'm just a little tired."

The taxi driver felt relieved hearing her response. He had picked up too many passengers from hospitals who looked like their dogs had died. Hospitals were a place of joy and sorrow, and nobody could change that.

When Zoey returned to the villa, the servants had already prepared breakfast. She didn't have an appetite, but she forced herself to finish a bowl of cereal, and then went upstairs to rest. She showered before changing into her pajamas and lying in bed. She stared up at the ceiling in a daze and found it hard