NovelOnlineChapter 1423: Harlee widened her eyes. So, that was what this was about. Lucius was after her baby. He had let her stay in the room, sleep in the softest bed, and indulged her with the most lavish meals—all to keep the child inside her healthy and make sure it survived. All of this was just to keep it safe for his own twisted plans.
Lucius was playing a dangerous game. He'd poisoned Harlee, but the poison wouldn't touch the baby. No, his calculation was coldly precise-the antidote was his only leverage. Without it, Harlee wouldn't last long, but the child would be safe. It was all part of his cruel, twisted scheme.
Harlee's eyes turned icy, her fury bubbling up once more. Rhys, his face twisted with rage, declared, his voice like a crackling storm, "Lee, lethandle this. How dare he go after our child? He's asking for trouble!" Rhys vowed Lucius would pay for this. The cost would be high. Harlee sat there, lost in thought, the weight of it all crashing down on her. She didn't speak for what felt like an eternity.
"Lee?" Rhys called out gently, his voice full of concern. His gaze never left her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHarlee thought back to everything that had happened since Lucius first entered her life, and a bitter smile crossed her face.
"He really playedlike a fiddle, didn't he? His plan was to keepfar away from both the Green and Sanderson families, turninginto a puppet to show his twisted love for Nicola. Now, he wants my baby too..." How could anyone be so vile, so disgusting? The thought made her stomach churn with revulsion.
She turned to Rhys, who was fuming with anger, but paused before speaking again.
Exclusive updates live gVlnovls"You deal with him, Rhys, but before you do, I've got a little gift for him." Rhys raised an eyebrow, curiosity mixed with concern.
"A gift? What are you planning?" Harlee didn't answer directly, her eyes hardening with a cold fire.
"He deserves everything that's coming to him." Lucius didn't deserve to breathe the sair as others. And when his tcame, it wouldn't be quick or merciful.
As she finished speaking, Rhys' hands tightened around hers, his warmth seeping into her chilled bones. "No matter what happens, I'm here." Rhys was constantly sending her strength. He feared for her, afraid that the weight of everything would drown her.
"I know," Harlee whispered, her voice trembling. She took his hand and placed it over her heart. Tears, long held back, spilled over, trailing down her cheeks.
"With you by my side, I'm not afraid of anything anymore." She knew exactly what Rhys was worried about. During this time, she had been taking Noel's advice to heart— battling her emotions, trying to keep herself from breaking.
Sinking into the depths of despair, Harlee desperately avoided becoming a source of sorrow for those who cared about her. As Rhys offered her strength, she, in turn, provided him with a sense of security.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmGently, Rhys wiped the tears from her face, his touch tender and soothing.
Harlee smiled, assuring him that she was fine. She moved torise from the bed, but before she could make it to E her feet, Rhys gently stopped her.
"Where are you going?" "I need to prepare the final big gift for Lucius," Harlee explained, her voice soft but determined.
Rhys' gaze hardened as he studied her, his furrowed brows a silentm testament to his worry. His eyes, deep and searching, held a quiet storm of concern. "It's okay. I'll just be on the sofa."
With a smile, Harlee made her way over to the long sofa and then m a reached for her laptop, her fingers poised to begin crafting a video.
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