When Hattie first entered prison, Harry did consider giving her a good lesson to correct her rebelliousness and release his pent-up anger with those 29 stab wounds. However, he couldn’t bring himself to be harsh with Hattie, so he just had someone give her a simple punishment. With his decision to stay indifferent to Hattie after she was imprisoned, his attitude would determine everything.
Fiona took advantage of this, overheard Harry’s words, recorded them, and used her status as Harry’s fiancée to visit the prison and bribe someone.
Things developed smoothly, much to Fiona’s surprise. But what surprised her even more was Harry’s discovery of everything two years later and how he pinned her to the ground like a dog.
“Fiona, how many years have we known each other?” Harry murmured, his eyes devoid of life, lost in memories.
A thin layer of cold sweat formed on Fiona’s back, her pupils shrinking, trembling as she asked, “Twenty-three years.”
“Has it been that long?” Harry observed the expression on Fiona’s face clearly, biting back a cold laugh.
He met Fiona when he was ten, she gave him hope to survive, and once he had money, he brought her out of the orphanage. Thus, they had been together ever since.
Twenty-three years of knowing each other, what does that amount to in a lifetime?
Harry’s cold laugh made Fiona’s body go limp, tears rolling down her face, falling into Harry’s hands.
Looking at the tear on his hand, Harry finally understood where Hattie’s disgust came from, why she kept avoiding him.
Because tears of “regret” were the worst, especially when they came from the eyes of those who had caused harm.
“Twenty-three years, Fiona, I thought you were just willful, jealous, fond of throwing tantrums, and playing tricks. You helped me in the past, so I could choose not to investigate many things unconditionally and believe in you. But what about you?”
“Three years ago, that car accident, Hattie’s imprisonment, and now Hattie’s miscarriage, how many incidents have occurred? They say bad things come in threes.”
As Harry spoke, Fiona’s tears flowed more intensely. Harry suddenly released her chin, taking a handkerchief to wipe away her tears.
His gentle movements sent shivers down her spine unnaturally. Wherever he wiped felt like it was decaying, and she wanted to escape but dared not, enduring this fear silently.
Harry’s actions grew stronger, and soon Fiona’s face turned red from the rubbing. But Harry’s hands didn’t stop, as if he wanted to wipe away the facade she had worn for years.
“What kind of confidence made you think you could deceive me for a lifetime? Believe that I wouldn’t question you?”
His accusing gaze twisted Fiona’s face, “But I’ve never done anything to betray you, Harry, I just love you too much. We’ve been engaged for so many years, you’ve never touched me once. You say you like me to my face but secretly engage with Hattie, what am I to you? A supposed fiancée who’s treated like a widow? Do you really see me as your fiancée?”
“If you think I haven’t treated you as a fiancée or truly loved you, our relationship ends here.”
Harry’s words struck Fiona like a needle in her ears, her face incredulous, “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying we have no relationship from now on. You are you, and I am me. You are no longer my fiancée.”
“Why?”
Fiona cried out, her voice piercing. Harry frowned at the noise.
“Harry, it’s been twenty-one years. You promised to take care of me for life, to marry me. I waited for you for so many years, turning a blind eye to your affairs with Hattie. Now you blame her imprisonment and her lost child on me. But deep down, it was you who caused all this suffering to her, not me! Did you not say those words that caused her to suffer in prison? And as for her child, if you had replied to my messages, met me, and explained things to me, why would I need to bribe someone to make her lose the baby? You were about to marry me, so why entangle with her and get her pregnant before our wedding? At the end of the day, it was your selfishness, causing harm to her and to me!”
Slap-
Harry raised his hand, hitting her for the first time. Fiona fell to the ground, her hair disheveled, taking a long time before looking up at him in disbelief.
It was the first time he had hit her in all the years they had known each other.
“Harry…” The sudden slap left her bewildered.
Harry stood up, his eyes cold, “Take Mrs. Thompson to the police station and let the law decide her fate!”
Onlookers speculated that causing harm to an employer’s child would lead to a severe sentence. It seemed Mrs. Thompson wouldn’t be coming back out.
Harry commanded his men to take Mrs. Thompson away, his gaze fixed on her and Fiona, as if they were already dead.
Mrs. Thompson’s face turned pale, kneeling on the ground, trembling, pleading, “Mr. Stewart, I was wrong. Spare me this time, considering all the years I’ve served the Stewart family, please let me go this once. I promise to take care of Miss Mason with all my heart and effort in the future!”
Seeing her plea to Harry was futile, Mrs. Thompson turned to Fiona, “Miss Fiona, didn’t you promise me that nothing would happen to me? Miss Fiona… it was all your instructions, you can’t leave me to die.”
Mrs. Thompson cried out, her voice hoarse, tears streaming uncontrollably, her words a mix of pleading and revealing everything Fiona asked her to do.
Harry grew weary of listening, giving a side glance behind him, “Take her away!”
The two burly bodyguards lifted Mrs. Thompson off the ground, and in her terror, she slipped down, kicking and screaming. One of the bodyguards, with a fiery temper, kicked her hard.
A cry, followed by the sound of bones breaking, as Mrs. Thompson’s leg was shattered.
Amidst the wails, Mrs. Thompson was dragged away, leaving Fiona to pale like old paper. She knew Harry’s temper and cruelty, but she had everything she wanted by his side all these years because he had never shown that side to her, causing her to forget that Harry wasn’t a good person deep down.
Now, all his kindness was gone, replaced only by disgust. Fiona dared not look up, shivering with cold all over.
“Now it’s your turn,” Harry said.
Her turn for what? Was Harry going to throw her into prison as well?
No, she didn’t want to go to prison. She knew what Hattie had become after two years inside, and the thought of herself in that position was too terrifying to entertain.
“Harry, Hattie did it intentionally. How could she, who hated you so much, possibly conceive and bear your child? She did it on purpose, using me to get back at you!”