Harry took out his phone only to discover that it had been smashed yesterday, not only shattering the screen but also turning it off.
Due to work reasons, Harry never leaves his phone for 24 hours, always ensuring it has internet and power without turning off. However, his attention was completely focused on Hattie yesterday, so he didn’t even look at his phone, naturally not realizing it had been turned off.
After learning the whole story from his assistant, Fiona was caught by someone while being taken to the hospital to see her injury, and the person who caught her was Max.
Who is Max?
Harry thought for a moment. He had a good memory, even if a small fry wandered in front of him, he could remember it after a glance. Thinking about it now, he remembered.
Max wasn’t he the young police officer Hattie met a few months ago at the police station?
Fiona was arrested, so that should be the police report filed by Hattie.
“Mr. Harry, how should we proceed?”
“You…” Harry originally didn’t want to inquire, but when he reached into his pocket and felt the necklace, he said, “Arrange for someone to see if she can be bailed out. If not, then let me know.”
The assistant nodded, then casually glanced at Hattie, momentarily unsure of who Harry cared more about.
Not long after the assistant left, Hattie’s hand began to move. The weather outside was nice today, with sunlight streaming in through the window, casting myriad rays of light and illuminating Hattie’s hand perfectly.
After a while, Hattie furrowed her brow, as if struggling with something. Harry immediately stood up, looking at her anxiously.
“Hattie.”
Hattie furrowed her brow, opened her eyes, first looking at the IV hanging above her head, then gradually focusing on Harry.
She had slept for a long time and woke up to see the last person she wanted to see, which was really unfortunate.
When she first woke up, her mind was blank, and her reactions were slow, like a computer that took a long time to boot up. The applications on the screen would only recover after a long period.
Slowly, Hattie remembered what had happened before. She had just undergone a hysterectomy surgery, and she felt lighter in her abdomen than ever before.
She had needles in her hand and an oxygen tube on her nose, and she heard voices from above. When she looked up, she met Harry’s red-rimmed eyes.
Hattie opened her mouth.
Harry heard her silent words, “Harry, are you satisfied with this outcome?”
“I’m sorry.” He knew how weak these three words were, but that was all he could say.
“The last time you said sorry was when I miscarried, and this time you apologize for me losing my uterus. Next time, are you going to say sorry at my graveside? Harry, every time you apologize, you think you can absolve yourself of the sins you’ve committed. If you really feel sorry for me, you should feel as much pain as I do.”
Harry saw her helpless expression, his pupils shrinking sharply, and his heart felt like it was being squeezed by a large hand.
The most memorable scene of Hattie for Harry wasn’t when she was a docile sister by his side, in bed, or when she was sick.
It was more than twenty years ago when he knelt on the ground and watched her step out of a luxury car. She was still a little girl back then, accompanied by bodyguards. It was drizzling that day, and she casually glanced at him holding a small red umbrella, her eyes proud and arrogant yet unable to look away.
That was the biggest gap between them, and Hattie became his desire. Many times he felt that even if she was by his side, he couldn’t touch her.
As the mayor’s daughter many years ago, she had everything she wanted and was a pampered princess.
Now, in the blink of an eye, everything that belonged to Hattie was gone. In a way, she, like him, had lost everything overnight.
Harry had always thought that only when Hattie became pitiful could he completely possess her.
Now that she had nothing, even the right to be a mother, he realized that he had always loved the confident, proud, and arrogant Hattie.
Harry humbly pleaded, “The future is long, and I will make it up to you, Hattie. I’ve figured it out. I love you, only you. Can you give me a chance? In the past, I was blinded by hatred, and I didn’t know I would love you. I didn’t know you would suffer so much. Tell me what you don’t like about me, and I’ll change. Give me one last chance. Even criminals have the opportunity to plead their case in court. Don’t kill me with one stroke.” Harry’s voice was pleading.
There was indeed too much hatred between the two of them. Looking back at the root of everything, the Stewart family was wrongly accused and bankrupted. They had intended to seek help from the Mason family, who, as the mayor, unexpectedly turned the tables and directly blamed the Stewart family.