Chapter 736 Hattie Extra 8

Book:Mr. Burns Is Killing His Wife Published:2024-6-4

Harry was tall, looking at the woman in front of him who was bowing her head, his gaze shifting, originally intending to go straight in.
The woman’s “Welcome” made him stop in his tracks, her voice too familiar.
He paused, starting to assess the trembling woman in front of him who had been bowing her head, until she looked up.
Hattie saw Harry and forgot about her stomach ache, just feeling a bit numb in her feet, her body getting weaker. She could barely control herself from stepping back.
Forcing herself to stay calm, Hattie realized she had changed a lot in the past two years. Not only had her figure gotten thinner and her hairstyle changed, but she also now had a mask on her face. Harry might not recognize her.
Hattie lowered her head and fell silent.
Following Harry, his subordinates also stopped in their tracks, looking at Harry with surprise. It seemed like the first time they had seen Mr. Song stare at someone like that, as if his gaze could swallow the person in front of him whole.
No one dared hurry Harry along. Even if he stood there all day, no one would dare stop him.
“Why do I feel like you remind me of someone I knew before?”
Hattie lowered her voice, “Sir, you might have mistaken me for someone else.”
“Oh, I see…” Harry pondered as he looked at Hattie for a few moments. “I guess so.”
The shadow hanging over her head finally disappeared. As the footsteps grew fainter, Hattie finally lifted her head. She wiped the cold sweat off her face and suddenly found it hard to breathe with the mask on her face.
She wanted to remove the mask to take a few breaths, but she was afraid Harry might turn back.
The pain in her stomach struck again, but luckily another staff member returned. Hattie hurriedly went to the supermarket to buy sanitary pads and went to the restroom to change, then went to the pharmacy to buy a box of painkillers.
The doctor advised her not to take too many painkillers, but as soon as he finished speaking, she picked up three pills, gulped down some warm water, and swallowed them.
Her stomach still hurt, the painkillers hadn’t kicked in yet. The pharmacist saw her in distress and poured her a few cups of hot water, handing her a heating pad to place on her abdomen.
Hattie did not refuse. After placing the heating pad on her abdomen, she felt much better. She touched her stomach and her phone rang twice in her pocket.
She picked up the phone and saw a message from her hotel colleague asking when she would return.
She had only been out for half an hour, and Hattie didn’t really want to go back, afraid of running into Harry again.
Just as she hesitated on whether to talk to the manager about quitting, another message popped up on her phone.
It was from her colleague who stood with her at the back door.
“Hattie, come back quickly and earn some quick money.”
“What money?”
“Mr. Anderson is here asking us to move some flower pots. 500 dollars for moving one pot upstairs.”
500 dollars was a significant amount. Hattie earned a maximum of 200 for standing at the back door all day.
She needed money desperately. If she wanted a better life, she could only work hard. This money came quickly. Moving one flower pot for 500 dollars, she decided to earn the money first before quitting.
Her stomach wasn’t hurting as much now, just feeling a bit weak due to her period. Hattie hurried back to the hotel and found a car parked at the back door. Mr. Anderson saw her but didn’t ask where she was going, smiling as he beckoned her over.
“Hattie, the hotel is undergoing renovations and we are short-handed. You two will take these few flower pots upstairs. Each pot is worth 500 dollars, so be careful not to drop them.”
That was a lot of money for moving a flower pot. Hattie expected the plant to be much larger, but it turned out to be several carefully packed small flowers.
Her hands were able to move, so Hattie took on the task.
Hattie and another colleague started moving the flowers. Though it was hard work compared to standing at the back door, the money was real. Counting each pot, Hattie wished she had an extra pair of legs and hands to move more flowers.
She was sweating profusely, but in no time, she had moved two pots upstairs and earned a thousand dollars.
While Hattie was busy moving flowers, a pair of eyes on the monitor at the other end watched her intently.
Harry couldn’t possibly not recognize Hattie. Even if she turned to dust, he would still recognize her.
The mask on her face bothered Harry. He wanted to take it off and have a good look at the changes she had gone through in prison over the past two years.
Were her eyes still filled with hatred for him as they used to be? Her lips often taunted him, but tasted soft and sweet.
The Hattie in the video didn’t seem to be in good health. Carrying such a light flower pot twice already made her body shiver.
The old Hattie wouldn’t have done these things. Her hands were meant to hold a scalpel, capable of healing or harming. But with a finger missing, she might have learned her lesson and be unable to harm anymore.
Harry smiled and spoke into his phone, then continued watching Hattie on the screen.
She was about to move the third flower pot. Since Mr. Anderson emphasized how precious the flowers were inside, Hattie was extra careful, moving one pot at a time.
But just as she was about to move that pot out of the car, there was a sound of something snapping, like a break, and the box in her hand fell to the ground.
Bang –
The ceramic flower pot made a crisp shattering sound, with soil scattered on the ground mixed with broken stems. Panicking, Hattie quickly opened the box and picked up the shattered pieces, carefully examining the flowers inside.
It was an orchid. The petals were already shattered, and the color and quality indicated that it was worth at least six figures.