Chapter 387
*25 BONUS
“It’s all over Capitol! You and Niamh took some drugs at Jones Group and carried on shamelessly!
“Look! Every group chat I’m in is flooded with videos and photos of you two!”
Ethel thrust her phone in Harvey’s face. He saw it immediately–images and clip a bruised Niamh collapsed on the floor circulating across countless group chats.
Some guests lingering outside the door must have secretly recorded the scene. These weren’t just random spectators but established elites, lending credibility to the footage.
By now, the materials had been forwarded too many times to trace their origin. Niamh dominated most frames, with Harvey only appearing blurrily in a few shots.
He returned the phone. “I’ll have my team clarify that nothing happened between Niamh and me.”
Ethel exhaled in relief. “Thank heavens you didn’t actually tangle with that mannish creature! So many elite daughters in Capitol would kill to become Mrs. Fisher!
“Hmph, the members of the Jones family aren’t even fit to polish your shoes!”
Harvey started up the stairs, then suddenly paused with his back still turned. “Mother. Never let me hear you disparage the Jones family again.”
Ethel gaped before asking in disbelief, “Harvey, what did you just say?”
His bandaged hands clenched into fists, making fresh sutures pull painfully at his wrists. The doctors had wrapped them tightly, but any pressure reignited the throbbing.
As he had changed into clean clothes before returning, Harvey only carried the faint scent of antiseptic–leaving Ethel completely unaware of his injuries.
“Elara is Beau’s mother! I won’t tolerate you–his grandmother–belittling the Jones family like this again!”
Harvey exhaled sharply before continuing, “You can curse Niamh, curse Abel, but never the Jones family! Insulting them means insulting Elara.”
Ethel blurted out, “So what if I insult Elara?”
The moment the words left her mouth, Harvey whirled around. His piercing gaze turned razor–sharp, pressing against Ethel’s throat like a blade and silencing her.
The intensity radiating from him was terrifying. The old woman physically recoiled from his fury.
“She’s my wife” With that, Harvey continued upstairs.
Beau quickly turned his wheelchair, retreating to his room before Harvey could spot
him.
Ethel remained frozen at the foot of the stairs. When the meaning of Harvey’s words finally sank in, she staggered, bracing one hand against the wall.
Her other hand clutched at her aching chest.
“Dear heavens!” Her eyes darted wildly as she mumbled, “Does Harvey actually want to remarry
Elara?”
Harvey pushed open the door to Beau’s room just as the boy struggled to climb into bed. In just three strides, Harvey lifted him onto the mattress.
He said nothing, but as he straightened up, Beau’s small fingers caught bis sleeve. Harvey froze mid motion, still
nothing, but as
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bent at the waist.
“Daddy… Will you and Mommy get married again?”
