The Jones Family would naturally send someone to rescue him. Even if she confronted William Guillen face to face now, he wouldn’t admit it. Why waste her time and breath on him? William Guillen sneered. Just as he was about to hang up, a loud sound erupted from the other end of the line, followed by Fluffy Zane’s scream. His brow furrowed. He snatched the phone back to his ear. "Fluffy, what happened?" All he could hear was the busy signal. After a moment’s thought, William Guillen rose and headed out. After all, their families had been friends for generations; if something happened to her, it would be difficult for him to answer for it. He had someone look into it and discovered that Fluffy Zane had been in an accident. Her car had slammed into the guardrail while attempting a U-turn. By the time William Guillen arrived at the scene, Fluffy Zane had already been taken to the hospital. The front of her Ferrari was wrecked. Traffic police were at the scene, managing the situation. Fluffy Zane had struck her head, suffering a minor concussion. The wound on her forehead had been treated and bandaged. She was lying on the sickbed, resting with her eyes closed. Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝗻𝗼𝘷𝗲𝗹•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝕟𝕖𝕥 The ward door was pushed open. She assumed it was a nurse and didn’t think much of it. Footsteps approached, halting by her bedside. Sensing something was wrong, she opened her eyes, unprepared to meet William Guillen’s direct gaze. "Why are you here?" she asked, stunned. How did he know she was in the hospital? William Guillen looked at the wound on her forehead, then scanned her body. "Are you injured anywhere else?" It was so rare for William Guillen to visit her! Something she hadn’t even dared to imagine before. Fluffy Zane gazed at him, a bittersweet ache suddenly welling up inside her. William Guillen sighed, raising his hand to her head. "Fluffy, are you injured anywhere else?" She shook her head instinctively. "No, nowhere else." She desperately wanted to adopt a tougher stance, to mask her feelings with indifference, but she just couldn’t. The moment he showed even a hint of kindness, the defenses she had painstakingly built would come crashing down. When you loved someone, their every glance, every gesture, could fill your heart with joy. William Guillen nodded. "Be more careful when you drive in the future." William Guillen lifted his wrist to check his watch. It seemed he had only come to check on her and didn’t intend to stay long. "I have other matters to attend to, so I’ll be going. Get some rest." With that cursory remark, he turned to leave. Fluffy Zane pushed herself up. She hadn’t forgotten about Jim Jones. "Why did you have someone frame Jim Jones?" A brow quirked on William Guillen’s face. "Who told you I framed him?" "Never mind who told me. The point is, why are you targeting Jim Jones?" A bold thought surfaced in Fluffy Zane’s mind. Could it be...? "Did you deliberately go after him because he’s with me?" William Guillen chuckled, turning back to face her, his eyes holding a hint of pity. "Fluffy, you want to ask if I’m jealous, and that’s why I targeted him, correct?" Embarrassment flickered across Fluffy Zane’s face; that was indeed what she’d been thinking. Her silence was tantamount to a tacit admission. William Guillen shook his head, a small, dismissive laugh escaping him. "Fluffy, you’re not usually this naive. You’re overthinking things." "Then tell me, what was it really about?" "The Jones family recently tried to poach a collaboration deal from under my nose. Consider it a small lesson for their youngest son." William Guillen asked, his composure unruffled, "Anything else?" Fluffy Zane lowered her gaze, lost in thought. Was that really it? Did he really target Jim Jones just because of a business dispute with the Jones Family?