The Ex–Wife’s Redemption: A Love Reborn
Chapter 160
On the way back to the Harding estate, Catherine sat in silence, occasionally glancing at her daughter’s swollen face. Grace’s cheek had turned an mury red where Henry’s palm had struck her.
“Get some ice,” Catherine commanded the moment they entered the mansion. A servant hurried off and quickly returned with an ice pack wrapped in a thin cloth. She gently pressed it against Grace’s cheek, her eyes burning with resentment.
“What did I tell you?” Catherine muttered, shaking her head. “He wasn’t born from my womb, so he’ll never truly protect you. In the future, you should just keep your distance from him.”
Grace’s face was so swollen it even affected her vision–clear evidence of the force behind Henry’s slap. Despite the pain, indignation still flashed in Grace’s
eyes.
“Mom, what are you saying?” she asked, adjusting the ice pack and wincing slightly. “He’s my brother, whether he’s your biological son or not! If this gets out, what will people think of us? Do you still want to maintain your relationship with Dad?”
She might be arrogant and entitled, but Grace wasn’t stupid. Without the Harding family, she and her mother would have nothing. The fact that Henry wasn’t Catherine’s biological son was a secret she had insisted her mother keep.
“You can say these things to me in private,” Grace continued, lowering her voice to a harsh whisper, “but this can never reach my brother’s ears. If he finds out, will he still respect you? Will you still get money from him?”
Catherine fell silent, her lips pressed into a thin line. “You’re right, I understand. But he hit you! I can’t just swallow this insult!”
Grace’s gaze hardened as she stared out the car window into the darkness, her eyes filled with hatred. “This is all because of that bitch Sophia!”
Catherine intended to take her daughter to her room. But as they took their first steps, two security guards blocked their path.
‘Mrs. Harding,” one of them said firmly, “Mr. Harding has instructed that Miss Grace must go to the reflection room to contemplate her behavior.”
“What?” Catherine’s face reddened with anger. “You can’t be serious! Look at her face! She needs rest!”
The guards remained expressionless. “Those are our orders, ma’am.”
Catherine erupted, her voice rising to a shriek, but the security team didn’t budge. This was Henry’s house–his word was law.
As the guards moved to position themselves behind Grace, Catherine realized she had no power here.
“Fine! I’ll go with her!” she finally conceded, teeth clenched in barely suppressed rage.
After escorting Grace to the reflection room, Catherine returned to her bedroom, pacing restlessly. Richard still hadn’t returned home. She pulled out a second phone from her drawer and dialed a number.
“It’s me,” she said when the call connected. “Are you asleep?”
She paused, listening to the response.
‘I need you to do something for me. Put this video online.” She forwarded a clip through the messenger app.
“Yes, and make sure you do it cleanly! Nobody can frace this back to you, or we’re both finished!”
She rolled her eyes at the response. “Oh, shut up Who has a son as old and ugly as you? Don’t be ridiculous!”
Her voice turned cold and decisive. “Just do as I say. Upload the video first, and tomorrow when I get the paternity test results, you’ll post those too. I want to see that little bitch nailed to a pillar of shame!”
After a moment, her tone softened slightly. “You rascal! Wait a minute, let me call him first. If he’s not coming home tonight, I’ll come to you.
She hung up and immediately dialed Richard. After confirming he would be staying at the hospital with his father overnight, Catherine changed into a more
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flattering outfit and walked out the door with a satisfied smile.
At Manhattan General Hospital, Isabella sat alone in her room, her expression filled with dejection. After today’s events, even Henry–dense as he could be must have realized she was working with Catherine and Grace against Sophia.
The three of them ganging up on his wife.
What must he think of me now? she wondered, anxiety building in her chest.
A sense of crisis swirled around her. The carefully cultivated image she had maintained in Henry’s eyes couldn’t crumble now–she needed to salvage her image in Henry’s heart.
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