WebNovelChapter 1052 Chapter 1052: "Mr. Green, how much longer do you plan to lounge around?" Rhys opened his eyes, a resigned expression on his face, and turned to her with a faint smile.
"Miss Sanderson, is this how you repay my efforts? Ready to discardalready?" Harlee didn't reply, but the look in her eyes made her intentions unmistakable.
With a smooth motion, Rhys sat up, got out of bed, and approached her, gently tilting her chin upward with his hand.
"You're right. You should leave before you regret staying." Harlee batted his hand away, limped toward her wheelchair, and rolled herself to the bathroom without a backward glance.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I trust you'll be gone when I return, Mr. Green," she said firmly before disappearing behind the door.
Rhys watched her retreat, his gaze soft and warm.
A quiet smile formed on his lips.
For him, simply being near her was more than enough.
When Harlee stepped out of the room, Rhys was nowhere to be found. She froze, her shoulders sagging slightly, and her hands halted their grip on the wheelchair.
Exhaling softly, she closed her eyes, biting her lip in an attempt to suppress the wave of frustration.
After a while, Harlee opened her eyes, her expression devoid of emotion. The air around her seemed to grow colder, carrying the silent promise of retribution.
Anyone who dared harm her people would endure unthinkable suffering, descending into utter despair. Don't miss out galMeanwhile, in the distant region of Uwhor, Matteo sneezed violently. The dart in his hand flew straight, piercing the chest of a nearby guard, who dropped lifelessly to the floor.
"Clean this up," Matteo ordered flatly, as though the fallen man were nothing more than discarded refuse.
"Understood, sir!" Within moments, a team of six appeared to remove the body, restoring order and freshness to the room. Matteo pressed a handkerchief to his nose and mouth, his sharp gaze fixed on a wall covered with images of Harlee.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmA dangerous gleam flickered in his eyes. If not for his backer advising patience, he would have ended her life while she lay vulnerable in the hospital.
"Harlee dared to ruin everything I've built over the years. See her utterly destroyed. Matteo hissed.
His thoughts turned bitterly inward. Since escaping the basement, his health had deteriorated. Violent coughing spells often left blood on his hands. Twas against him. His shortened lifespan fueled his growing obsession.
As soon as the word was given, he'd stop at nothing to end Harlee.
Five days had passed since Harlee was admitted to the hospital.
Aside from visiting Ritchie and Bart on occasion, she remained confined to her room. She kept herhospitalization a secret from her family; meticulously planning how to bring Matteo's empire to its knees. Leaning against the window, her loose hospital attire rustled as she watched the scenery in silence. mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliI0fiflO&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1
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