Henry was rendered speechless by her sarcasm. He knew he had said the wrong thing earlier due to his temper, but he refused to admit his mistake or apologize to Winifred Dawson, and he would never acknowledge that she was right.
Moreover, what did she mean by saying Leland Burns and Liam Burkhart were the same person?
Liam Burkhart couldn’t compare to his boss. Not only was he ugly, but he was also shorter, less intelligent, and less wealthy. He only knew how to play dirty.
If it weren’t for his boss rescuing her in time, she would have been ruined by Liam Burkhart. Now she dared to mock him here.
Henry couldn’t say anything. He couldn’t reveal that Leland Burns had saved her, so he had to let Winifred Dawson slander Leland Burns.
Henry was so angry that he gritted his teeth. He couldn’t speak or fight back, and he had no outlet for his anger. His teeth hurt from clenching them so hard.
Wesley, on the other hand, remained much calmer. He moved slightly and easily blocked Henry: “We saved you because we happened to be passing by. The reason we saved you was because of Mr. Burns. Before Mr. Burns died, he couldn’t stop worrying about you and asked us to protect your safety. This time we just helped you out; you should be more careful in the future. After all, not every time will be such a coincidence.”
“He couldn’t stop worrying about me?” Winifred Dawson looked incredulous, her eyes filled with thick sarcasm.
Everyone has a balance in their heart. As long as something involved Leland Burns, she would automatically assume it was his fault and blame him entirely.
For instance, if Leland Burns hadn’t suddenly taken her to the club that day and shown her off like a toy, would she have encountered Liam Burkhart and caught his attention? Of course not. If Liam Burkhart hadn’t targeted her, she wouldn’t have been able to bring down Leland Burns.
So, cause and effect are a cycle.
Wesley said in a deep voice: “Whether you believe it or not, you are the only woman Mr. Burns ever loved.” That alone carried significant weight.
“So, you were the one who carried me out?”
“Both Henry and I carried you; it’s nothing.”
When she was unconscious at the time, she vaguely felt two forces. Wesley’s build was similar to Leland Burns’s; could she have guessed wrong? Winifred Dawson’s face showed doubt.
The atmosphere became tense. Both men knew what Winifred Dawson suspected; fooling her wouldn’t be easy.
“Come here,” Winifred Dawson said with a commanding tone to Wesley, raising her chin.
Unlike Henry, Wesley did not resist but obediently walked over and looked down at her face.
Winifred Dawson carefully examined Wesley from head to chest and asked him to bend down.
Wesley didn’t know what she wanted but complied anyway.
Suddenly, Winifred Dawson grabbed his collar and yanked him down forcefully.
Wesley could easily overpower Winifred Dawson but didn’t want to hurt her, so he bent down obediently.
He wasn’t bothered by it, but Henry frowned and twitched as if ready to pull Wesley back at any moment.
Just as Henry was about to move, Winifred Dawson released Wesley.
In an instant, many things became clear to her; her suspicions were confirmed.
Winifred Dawson asked: “Is Leland Burns really dead?”
Sometimes Winifred Dawson resembled Leland Burns a lot; perhaps growing up together made them understand each other too well. It was normal for them to share some similarities after being together for so long.
At this moment, as Winifred Dawson questioned Wesley, her indifferent eyes emitted a cold light. Wesley felt as if he were in an icy landscape as he saw himself reflected in her dark pupils. He hesitated before saying: “You should know better than anyone whether he’s dead or not.”
This ambiguous statement left Winifred Dawson wondering whether Leland Burns was dead or alive.
“Miss Dawson, the dead can’t come back to life. You saw Mr. Burns’s ashes with your own eyes that day, along with the death certificates. Everything belonging to Mr. Burns is gone; no one would give those up willingly.”
Liam Burkhart claimed that Leland Burns died in prison because of him. While Liam played a part in it, the main reason was that Leland Burns didn’t want to live anymore.
Winifred Dawson released Wesley’s collar. She clearly remembered that when that man held her tightly at the time, she had also grabbed him like this-an entirely different feeling.
“I lost my baby; do you feel sad?”
This statement… Anyone who didn’t know better might think the child was theirs. Henry sneered: “Why would we be sad? The child wasn’t ours.”
“But this child was the only connection left in this world related to Leland Burns. You are his people; don’t you expect this child?”
Henry replied: “What’s the point of expecting? The child is already gone.” If Leland Burns were truly dead, perhaps he would mourn for the lost child; but since Leland Burns wasn’t dead and might marry someone else and have children in the future, it had nothing to do with him now.
“Besides…” Henry dragged out his words: “Shouldn’t you be the one feeling sad? Oh right, you hated Mr. Burns so much that you couldn’t wait to get rid of this child. Now that Liam Burkhart has done it for you, maybe you’re secretly pleased… Don’t act like I’m bullying you; am I wrong? You came to the hospital this morning planning to abort this child; now you’re crying crocodile tears.”
“You investigated me?”
Henry scoffed: “Do we need to investigate? The doctor who performed your surgery told us.”
Winifred Dawson’s silence meant agreement in Henry’s eyes-she indeed had no heart or feelings.
Winifred Dawson placed her hand on her abdomen over the blanket: “You’re wrong. At first, I thought I didn’t care about this child until I lost him and realized what I had lost. He carried not only Leland Burns’s blood but mine too. He lived inside me for three months; I nurtured him with my flesh and blood bit by bit. When I lost him, I felt how he left my body.”
Winifred Dawson looked out the window and suddenly remembered today was July 15th-half a month away from Leland Burns’s birthday.
“In half a month it’ll be his birthday.”
His birthday-who was he? It took Henry a moment to realize it was Leland Burns’s birthday.
Winifred Dawson seemed lost in thought; her dark eyes dimmed as she murmured: “I think I’ve fallen for him a bit; at this moment I even miss him.”