Chapter 194
Harvey had no patience to let Elara finish. The moment he ralized she had fallen down the slope as well, he actually felt nothing but frustration.
Casting a cold glance at Niamh, he turned to Elara and asked, “Are you saying Niamh pushed you and Xavier down?
“Exactly!” Elara answered firmly
“You and Xavier aren’t hurt, are you?” Harvey’s voice was calm, devoid of any emotion.
Since they weren’t injured, what was the point of holding Namh accountable? Since no harm was done, wouldn’t it be easier to pretend this never happened?
Elara looked at the man in front of her. The sunlight fell just right, casting sharp shadows on them. Though he stood only a step away, the distance between them felt like an endless chasm
Among all these people, only she and Niamh appeared disheveled. Fortunately, Finnegan had taught her defensive techniques. As she tumbled down the slope with Xavier, she had done everything she could to shield him and herself from serious harm.
Meanwhile, Niamh looked like the one who had suffered the worst injuries. And yet, Harvey stood in front of Niamh protectively, despite knowing full well that she was the one who had pushed Elara and Xavier down the slope.
He still chose to protect her even after knowing all this. Elata found it extremely laughable.
“Elara! The Fishers have agreed to fully fund your education. You have to study hard!” Desmond had once rushed over excitedly to tell her the news.
She had asked in curiosity, “The Fishers? Was it Prof. Fisher who sponsored me?”
“No, i “No, it wasn’t Prof. Fisher–it was his nephew, Harvey Fisher, the heir of the Fisher family.”
Desmond had gone on enthusiastically, “Harvey must have heard about you from Prof. Fisher. He personally arranged with the school to cover all four years of your undergraduate tuition, plus a monthly stipend of ten thousand.
“He only has one condition. Your grades must always be the highest.”
Desmond had smiled. “You were already at the top of your class. With Prof. Fisher supporting you and the heir of the Fishers willing to fund you, you better not let them down!”
Elara had asked Desmond for Harvey’s work email. To express her gratitude, she only ever sent holiday greetings.
Occasionally, Harvey would reply, asking if she needed anything. She always responded politely, assuring–m that she was doing well thanks to Fisher Corp’s sponsorship
Their email exchanges never went beyond that. Later, she met Harvey in person at the banquet the Jones family held for her. Like a knight, he had guided Elara into Capitol’s high society. The time when their relationship was at its best was before she had married him.
That year, her foster father had suffered a sudden illness. The snow had been heavy that night. When the ambulance never arrived, she had no choice but to carry him down the stairs herself and drive him to the hospital. But on the way, she had been caught in a massive traffic jam. Snowflakes the size of feathers had swirled through
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the air, and the accumulating snow had begun to bury the tires.
Trapped in the car, she had watched her adoptive father lying helplessly in the backseat as his face turned an alarming shade of blue beneath the portable oxygen mask. She had called Abel, only to hear him say he was powerless to help.
Finnegan and Leonard had both been out of the Capitol. She had scrolled through her contact list, desperately searching for someone who could. On impulse, she had tried calling Harvey.
As soon as he had answered, his voice had been steady and reassuring. “Walt in the car. Don’t be afraid.”
He had arrived in a G–Wagon that night, and the massive off–road vehicle was outfitted with snow chains, plowing through the thick snow with ease.
Mounted police had cleared the way ahead of him. He had
ped from the car with effortless agility, pulling open
the back door and lifting her foster father onto his back befere placing him into the G–Wagon.
“Mr. Fisher, please take my father to the hospital first,” she had said, but before she could finish, Harvey had already reached for the driver’s seat door.
“I’m taking you with me.”
In one swift motion, he had scooped her up and carried her into the car. A long coat, still warm from his body heat and infused with his scent, had been draped over her slender shoulders.
She had turned to look at him, watching as snowflakes settled on his dark hair and sharp brows. The freezing night had failed to make him appear disheveled. Instead, amidst the icy storm, he had ignited a fire in her heart.
But all fires, no matter how fierce, eventually burned to ashes. The man who had taught her the meaning of love had also taught her never to believe in it again.
