Chapter 389
“Wah!” Beau burst into loud sobs, his cries weak but desperate.
“I want Mommy! Daddy! I only want my mommy!”
Harvey’s handsome face froze over with icy detachment. Without another wor children’s room.
When the door closed behind him, Beau’s walling became muffled.
+25 BONUS
Beau, he turned and left the
Harvey returned to his bedroom, but even in the quiet emptiness, he still couldn’t catch his breath. A cold sensation crept up from his feet.
Striding to the walk–in closet, he yanked open every drawer. He pulled out ties, watches, cufflinks, and pins, scattering them across the floor.
Did Elara give him this one? Did she buy him that? Frustration crept in as he realized he couldn’t remember.
The gifts from business associates stood out clearly in his memory, but he couldn’t distinguish which items came from Elara versus his stylist. With growing dismay, Harvey realized he’d never properly looked at any present from Elara–not even once.
Now he couldn’t recall which accessories were from Elara at all.
He took out his phone, photographed all the items, and sent the pictures to his stylist to identify which pieces the stylist had purchased. The reply came immediately despite the late hour. From the list, Harvey finally isolated the ties and lapel pins Elara had given him.
His fingers traced the silk patterns of the ties and the glittering gemstones of the pins. He had gotten so many pieces from Elara. Theodore only had one.
A bitter smile tugged at Harvey’s lips as he carefully placed Elara’s gifts into a dedicated storage cabinet. He stepped through the adjoining door into the master bedroom that once belonged to her, its emptiness echoing as he searched for traces of her former presence.
Opening the wardrobe, he found it still filled with Elara’s clothes. Did she leave these behind intentionally? As keepsakes for him?
Harvey pulled out one of her frequently worn nightgowns, bringing the fabric to his nose. The faint, familiar scent lingered–was this how Elara used to smell?
The realization struck him that he’d forgotten her signatur fragrance.
Stretching out on her side of the bed, Harvey stared at the ceiling that now felt foreign. He turned onto his side, clutching the nightgown to his chest like a lifeline. Even with his eyes closed, the furrow between his brows remained.
Vivid memories from the Jones Group gala flashed behind his eyelids the drug–induced hallucinations still capable of making his pulse race.
“It’s just nostalgia,” he told himself. “That’s why I can’t move on from the woman I used to share my bed with.”
Meanwhile, in a hospital room somewhere in the Capitol, Mamh’s eyes fluttered open to the sterile whiteness of a private ward. She realized she was lying on a small single bed.
+25 BONUS
Chapter 389
“Harvey!”
The moment she spoke, sharp pain shot through her swollen face, bringing instant tears.
“Ahh! It hurts!” Her scream echoed as trembling fingers explored the unrecognizable puffiness.
What on earth happened to her?
Turning her head with difficulty, she spotted Abel seated in a chair nearby.”
“Dad?” Confusion colored her hoarse voice.
Abel sat with his legs apart, with his hands resting on his thighs. His expression was dark, and his lips were pressed into a tight line.
“Are you awake?” His voice carried an icy edge, though Niamh failed to sense the underlying danger.
Propping herself up on the bed with one hand, she struggled to sit. Her entire body was aching as if she had been crushed by a truck, and every bone felt shattered.
“It hurts…” She groaned in pain, but speaking only made her swollen facial nerves throb worse.
Dizziness overwhelmed her. She squeezed her eyes shut while gritting her teeth. Gasping, she asked Abel,”
Where… Where is this?”
“Hospital.”
Abel stood and walked toward her.
“Why am I in the hospital? I remember being at the company…”
Her head pounded as fragmented memories flickered through her mind.
Then she asked, “Dad… Where’s Harvey?”
Before she could finish, Abel’s palm struck her face.
The slap whipped her head sideways, blood and saliva spraying from her mouth. Stars exploded in her vision: Before she could react, Abel grabbed her hair and smashed her head against the wall!
“Ahhh!” Her screams mixed with Abel’s roars.
“You’ve humiliated me beyond repair! Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Do you not want to be in Capitol anymore?”
“Dad! Stop! My head–Ahh! It hurts!”
She desperately raised her hands to shield her skull, her fingers slamming against the wall her knuckles felt crushed.
“I ought to crack your skull open and see if there’s anything but pig brains inside!” Abel heaved with rage, veins bulging in his bloodshot eyes.
“Help! Someone, help!” Niamh’s shrieks turned shrill.
Abel threw her onto the bed. To muffle her cries before nurses came, he grabbed a pillow and pressed it over her
face.
Niamh began thrashing, her legs kicking wildly.
Chapter 390
