บททั้งหมดของ The Perfect Luna : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

 Zoey's POV I shook him off and said, "Once Matteo wakes up, you'll all be arrested!" Following the normal procedure, the Harmon couple was taken to the police station for statements, while Matteo was sent to the hospital for a full examination. Russell, looking at me sitting by the bedside, put his hand on my shoulder and comforted me, "Zoey, Sir Harmon will be fine." I looked at Matteo, who was pale and weak on the bed, and nodded. But I knew that after being checked in the hospital, it was found that the lack of oxygen had caused minor brain damage, and this kind of damage was irreversible. As for what kind of sequelae the brain damage would cause, we would have to wait until Matteo woke up to know. In my past life, Matteo died of a sudden heart attack, and I never thought that it was Ariana who did it. It wasn't until Ariana was dying that she told me that Matteo was kill

 Third Person's POV Jordan glanced at Matteo who was lying on the hospital bed, his eyes devoid of any warmth. He pointed at Zoey, "If anything happens to Matteo, Zoey, it's all your fault! Daria, let's go!" They turned and left, only to let out a sigh of relief once they were in the elevator. Daria whispered, "Did Matteo really suffer brain damage?" Jordan nodded, "My classmate heard it himself, so it's true. Judging by Zoey's angry look just now, you can tell something's definitely wrong with Matteo. I hope he can't remember the maids forcing him into the basement." Daria furrowed her brows, "What if he does remember?" Jordan gritted his teeth, "Then it depends on whether he values our father-son relationship." Daria linked her arm through Jordan's, "Honey, I mean, what if Matteo doesn't care about the father-son bond, what then?" Jordan pursed his lips, not sp

 Third Person's POV Abigail didn't expect that Zoey could identify the components of the pill just by smelling it, and she wondered, 'Does Zoey specialize in medical skills?' Still not giving up, Abigail continued to argue, "My assistant gave it to me. He said it's very good for health..." "Abigail, do you think we can't discover your self-directed drama? Do you think the deleted surveillance can't be restored?" Abigail's pupils suddenly shrank. Russell said, "The guests will be here soon. Let's go to the living room. Emilee, take her downstairs." Emilee nodded, "Yes, Mr. Madox." Zoey pushed Russell in the elevator to go downstairs, while Emilee grabbed the back of Abigail's collar and pushed her down the stairs. When they reached the last step, Abigail saw Braylen and Aubrie sitting on the sofa in the living room, both filled with anger and confusion. Abigail cr

 Zoey's POV It had been a week since Matteo was rescued from the basement, but he still hadn't woken up, which was driving me crazy with worry. I was anxious and helpless, could only silently pray in my heart, hoping he would wake up soon. That day, as usual, after completing the design drafts in the studio, I hurried to the hospital. As soon as I entered the ward, I saw Matteo looking towards the door. I was taken aback at first, then quickly walked up and called out excitedly, "Grandpa?" "Zoey." I was overjoyed and tearful, "Grandpa, do you still remember me?" "Of course, how could I forget my dear granddaughter." I tentatively asked, "Do you still remember the past?" Matteo thought for a moment, "Seems like I can't quite remember." I asked again, "Grandpa, do you remember who put you in the basement?" Matteo was recalling

Zoey's POV I walked over with the tray and placed it on the table, saying with confusion, "Emilee was looking at me and laughing, and that smile was a bit strange." Russell curled his lips slightly and said, "You're overthinking it." I looked at him suspiciously, picked up my phone to check myself, and then scolded, "You did that on purpose!" Russell leaned back against the wheelchair, his legs sprawled out unabashedly as he said, "Yeah, I did it on purpose." I reached out to tickle him, cooing, "You're so annoying!" Russell laughed and pulled me into his arms, asking, "Do you really hate me?" "I didn't expect you to be so mischievous," I said, feigning anger. "Do you like it or not?" Russell pinched my chin, pressing for an answer, "Huh?" I replied, "I don't." "Really?" He wouldn't let it go. "Hmph!" I responded. "Then let me fe