Hattie struggled and roared, loudly calling for help, but no one responded in the empty villa except for her own echoes.
“Stop shouting. In order to celebrate your coming of age birthday, I have already sent the servants away. They won’t be coming back for a few days. It’s just the two of us.”
Harry dragged Hattie into the room. The candles on the cake were already lit, almost burning out due to the passage of time.
Harry pushed Hattie forward, asking her to make a wish. As he looked at Hattie trembling in his arms, his heart grew colder.
He was skilled at disguising his emotions, and the unhappier he felt, the deeper his smile became on his face. “I remember Hattie used to wish to be with me forever. Why don’t you like making that wish now that you’ve grown up?”
Hattie had always been dependent on Harry, but as she grew older, she gradually discovered Harry’s strong desire for control over her. During adolescence, it’s common for people to rebel, and Hattie’s rebellious phase came late. It wasn’t until she was seventeen or eighteen that she started resisting Harry.
The candles on the cake burned out without making a wish. Harry removed them from the cake.
“Hattie, who was that boy who took you home today?”
“The class monitor.”
“I see… Do you like him?”
“He organized the class to celebrate my birthday today, so I came back late.”
Evading the question. There had to be something fishy.
Hattie watched him cut a slice of cake. “Harry, it’s too late. I don’t want to eat cake anymore. It’ll make me gain weight.”
“Eating occasionally won’t make you gain weight. Let me feed you.” Suddenly, Harry forcefully pressed her against the window. It was the same spot where he had been standing a moment ago, allowing him to clearly see everything below.
Hattie instantly understood. The gaze she had sensed downstairs was not an illusion; it was Harry’s gaze.
Before she could react, Harry loosened his already loosely tied tie and quickly bound her wrists to the window. Then he began unbuttoning her coat.
“Harry, what are you doing? Have you gone mad?” Hattie was frightened. She struggled, but the tie around her wrists tightened with each movement.
“Hattie, tonight I will make a wish on your behalf, to have you forever by my side, losing your freedom.”
That night, Harry defiled the girl he had raised. He spread the cake on Hattie’s lips and slowly consumed it, savoring the most delicious dessert he had ever tasted.
Hattie’s cries were hoarse, her entire body ached as if it had shattered. She said, “Harry, I owe you nothing. I’m not your possession. One day, I will leave you.”
“No, you will never be able to leave me. The debt you owe me can never be repaid. Just think about the money I’ve spent raising you all these years. Even if you worked your whole life, you wouldn’t be able to repay it. The only thing you can do is repay me with your body.”
For Harry, it was all about revenge. Ignoring Hattie’s cries, he locked her inside the house for four days and four nights.
Hattie thought she would never see the sun again. Harry had gone mad.
Hattie lost her voice temporarily, and it took almost a month for her to speak. Her first words were, “Harry, I hate you.”
“If I die, I’ll drag you down to hell with me. We’ll never be apart.”
Hattie also hated herself for the wishes she had made in the past. She had genuinely wanted Harry to be with her all the time when she was younger, and now she genuinely wanted to escape, but she knew she couldn’t.
She had become Harry’s forbidden fruit, with no one to save her. Since then, her personality had changed.
To her kind teacher, she said, “How can a personality that used to be like a little rabbit change so drastically? It has become as sharp as a knife.”
For a long time, Hattie was unpleasant to be around. She developed a sense of disillusionment and couldn’t stand everything around her.
Then, how did she change? She met Micah.
Over the years, Hattie’s hatred for Harry has only grown stronger. What used to be kept deep inside her heart has now surfaced, reaching its peak after her imprisonment.
Hattie’s initial ambition was to become a pediatrician. She preferred dealing with innocent and naive children over adults.
Hattie loved children. She spent some time in an orphanage and often wondered why some people would abandon their own children, willingly leaving them in orphanages without care or concern. If they were her children, she would never abandon them.
But now, she was contemplating using the child in her womb to seek revenge on Harry. Oh, the complexity of human nature… When suppressed for too long, it can truly drive one mad.
…
Hattie sat on Harry’s lap. She was light, and one couldn’t tell she was pregnant.
“I’m pregnant, and you must promise me something.”
“What is it?” Harry was in a good mood, wanting nothing more than to satisfy Hattie to the fullest. He thought that if Hattie were to make any demands at this moment, asking him to cancel Fiona’s wedding, he would willingly comply.
Hattie said, “The early stages of pregnancy are a critical period, and I hope you’ll accommodate all my needs.”
Harry raised an eyebrow slightly. “Am I not accommodating enough already?”
Hattie smiled mysteriously and spoke the words she had prepared in her heart: “Soon, you and Fiona will be getting married…”
Hattie mentioned Fiona, perhaps indicating that she wanted him to cancel the wedding. Surprisingly, Harry felt somewhat pleased that Hattie still cared about him.
But Hattie had no such intention. In her view, it was a perfect match for trash to collect trash. Forget about getting married next month; they could get married tomorrow.
At that time, she would present a bouquet of chrysanthemums, wishing their marriage to march towards the grave together.
What a beautiful blessing, from beginning to death.
“For your wedding with her next month, I don’t want you to meet her or have any contact with her this month.”
Harry was waiting for Hattie to continue speaking, but after a few seconds, he realized she was done. “That’s it?”
“That’s all. Isn’t it simple?”
“I thought you would ask me to cancel the wedding.”
Hattie sneered, “Isn’t she a responsibility to you? Since it’s a responsibility, even if I asked, it wouldn’t matter.”
“Why don’t you give it a try? How do you know if you don’t try?”
“I don’t want to try.” Hattie suddenly stopped smiling. She had tried before, and with each attempt, she only experienced disappointment.
Just like two years ago, when Fiona had a car accident and broke her leg, clearly due to her own actions. He didn’t even bother to investigate and assumed it was her doing. He broke her leg and forced her to kneel and apologize to Fiona. Some things can’t be forgotten with the passage of time, like how she will always remember her eighteenth birthday and the sound of her forehead hitting the ground when her shinbone shattered two years ago.
She had given Harry chances, such as last night when she earnestly asked him who he would save if she and Fiona both fell into the water.
His answer was “I don’t know.”
When faced with her question, the person’s response of “I don’t know” naturally meant that he wouldn’t save her.
He said it himself: she’s not the same as Fiona, and they shouldn’t be compared. Hattie was well aware of this fact.