Chapter 122
Harry received a call from the butler and hurriedly rushed back to the Wright mansion instead of chasing Julia. The butler, standing respectfully beside him, was someone who had watched Harry grow up, almost like family to him.
Looking towards the second floor, the butler said with an aged voice, “Mr. Harry, Mrs. Lucia came back and locked herself in
учи her room, refusing to see anyone. I was worried about her, so I led back.”
Harry said. Tll go up and take a look”
At the door of the room, Lucia heard Harry’s voice outside and me to open it. After the door opened, Harry saw her holding his father’s portrait. She did not even glance at Harry before turning back into the room.
The room was quiet except for Lucia’s suppressed sobbing. Seeing Lucia this distressed reminded Harry of the day when his father’s body was found.
Harry was not good with words, and seeing Lucia crying made him even more speechless, not knowing what to say. The atmosphere became even more heavy and oppressive.
Suddenly, Lucia turned around holding Melvin’s portrait. Tears shimmered in her eyes, and she fixed her gaze firmly on Harry’s face With a trembling voice, she asked, “Do you remember how your father died?”
“I remember,” Harry replied with a heavy heart. Since Melvin’s death, Harry hardly ever looked at his father’s photos. Despite Harry not believing Melvin had a cross–dressing fetish, the way Melvin’s body was found suggested otherwise. There was no evidence to prove otherwise.
For Harry, who had always admired his father since childhood, it was undoubtedly a heavy blow.
Lucia scolded, “You don’t remember. All you remember is your promise to Vincent. Do you know why Vincent was willing to die to save your life? It’s because Vincent knew his father killed yours. He wanted to make amends!”
Pointing to Melvin’s portrait, Lucia continued, “Do you think Vincent valued your friendship? If it weren’t for him, risking his life for yours, would you have helped him take care of Arya?
Harry remained silent as Lucia’s emotions grew more and moremtense. The butler heard it and hurriedly pushed the door open. Lucia looked at Harry with sadness and disappointment.
Harry tried to reach out to support Lucia, but she pushed him away.
She exclaimed, “Harry, you’re a descendant of the Wright family, Melvin’s son. That’s why you must separate from Arya!”
Harry replied, “I know…”
Before Harry could finish his sentence, Lucia interrupted. “If you know, why did you let Arya stay in Cromont City for so long
Suddenly feeling overwhelmed. Lucia fainted in front of Harry. Fortunately, Harry quickly reached out to catch Lucia before she fell to the ground.
He laid Lucia on the bed, and the butler had already gone to fetch the family doctor.
News of Lucia’s fainting quickly reached Julia’s ears, and she had to rush back to the Wright mansion as quickly as possible.
At the Wright mansion, Julia stood at Lucia’s door and heard the family doctor advising Harry. The butler brought medicine up and let her in. She and Harry briefly made eye contact, then quickly looked away.
Harry didn’t know who had informed Julia, but once the family doctor left, Julia stood by Lucia’s bedside, who hadn’t woken up yet. The room was quiet, and when Harry returned, Julia was still lost in her thoughts, not hearing his footsteps.
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Chapter 122
A pair of sturdy hands rested on Julia’s shoulders, and she suddenly snapped out of her reverie. She turned abruptly to meet. Harry’s gaze once again. Just like before, she quickly averted her eyes, looking elsewhere
She noticed the photos placed nearby and could probably guess what had happened between Lucia and Harry. She didn’t feel like asking, just wanted to be quiet, preferably away from Harry.
“Mom hasn’t woken up yet, I’ll have the servants prepare something for you to eat first, Harry said.
“No need.” Julia coldly refused, indicating she didn’t want to continue talking with Harry
Harry sat on the other side. He knew Julia intended to avoid him. He knew her anger hadn’t subsided. He also knew that no matter how he explained, she wouldn’t listen. So, Harry chose silence.
They didn’t know when Lucia would wake up, and they sat from afternoon until evening. It wasn’t until Julia’s stomach rumbled that Harry forcibly dragged her out of the room. Dinner had been prepared in the kitchen, waiting for them.
Julia was forced to sit at the dining table. Even though there were delicacies in front of her, she had no appetite.
“Eat something first. After you’ve eaten, Ill explain everything to you.” Harry said. Seeing Julia ignoring him, he added, “Whatever you want to know, I’ll tell you.”
Julia’s expression changed slightly, hesitated for a moment, then started to eat. She had no appetite, so she just ate a little to appease Harry.
After a while, Harry took Julia for a walk in the garden. The quiet night, mixed with the cool breeze, somewhat eased their moods.
It was a rare opportunity to walk calmly with Harry in the garden, smelling the fragrance of flowers in the air, watching the stars twinkling in the night sky, and the moon shining brightly.
“Tell me.” Julia’s voice was gentle and pleasing to Harry’s ears. He had been hesitant to say what he needed to tell her, perhaps tonight was the right time.
He asked, “Do you know about the relationship between the Wright family and the Hill family?”
Julia replied, “I know, but not in detail,”
The relationship between the Wright and Hill families had always been very good. When the Hill family wasn’t in decline. they cooperated with the Wright family in business, jointly creating profits. They became the most enviable business partners in Cromont City.
Initially, it was said that when Arya grew up, she would marry Harry, deepening the relationship between the two families
even further.
Julia knew very little about the relationship between the Wright and Hill families. Much of what she heard was hearsay, and she couldn’t be sure if it was true, so she didn’t pay much attention to i
“We used to have a good relationship with the Hill family. We almost agreed to an arranged marriage. Harry’s voice was low. He spoke slowly as if he was talking about someone else’s affairs
Julia couldn’t help but look at Harry. The dim night obscured much of his figure. She couldn’t see his face clearly, but she could smell the faint scent of his shower gel, somewhat similar to the fragrance of flowers in the air.
His profile was gentle, and Julia felt that Harry was very tender at this moment. It reminded her of when she used to secretly follow him as a child, watching his back and the glimpse of his profile.
Sometimes in the sunlight, sometimes in the moonlight, half of his face would be covered. It was always breathtaking, just like a prince in a painting
