Chapter 297
At the Harding estate, Grace followed her mother’s instructions and headed straight to the master bedroom. Catherine’s vanity table stood in the corner, its surface gleaming under the soft lighting.
“Second drawer under the vanity table,” Grace muttered to herself, repeating her mother’s urgent words,
She pulled open the drawer and immediately spotted a folder tucked beneath some cosmetics.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for it. A document important enough for her mother to specifically instruct her to retrieve while locked in the basement must be significant.
Curiosity got the better of her. Grace carefully opened the folder and began reading the first page. As her eyes scanned the text, her face drained of color.
“This can’t be right,” she whispered, frantically flipping to the next page.
She continued reading, each page more shocking than the last, until she collapsed into the nearby chair, the folder
clutched tightly in her shaking hands.
These documents felt heavy, weighted with secrets that could tear her family apart.
Grace sat motionless, staring blankly at the wall, her mind struggling to process what she had just discovered.
The harsh ring of her phone finally snapped her back to reality. She fumbled for it.
“Hello?”
“Grace, where are you?” her father’s stern voice came through the speaker.
“Dad, I’m home. What’s wrong?” she managed
to reply, her voice unnaturally high.
Richard was busy stabilizing Harding Investment’s plummeting stock price, too occupied to handle the domestic crisis. But he knew his daughter well; she was Catherine’s child, and if Catherine wanted to manipulate Grace into helping her escape, it would be all too easy.
“Grace,” Richard’s voice was filled with authority, “if you still consider yourself part of the Harding family, stay out of this mess between your mother and me. If you dare help them escape, I won’t acknowledge our father–daughter relationship anymore. Am I clear?”
This was the first time her father had ever spoken to her with such anger. Grace swallowed hard, trying to understand the gravity of the situation.
“Dad, you can trust me, I’m a Harding–I know what’s right.” She hesitated before continuing, “But Mom hasn’t really done anything that terrible, has she? She just helped Isabella get into our family gatherings. Why are you keeping her locked up? They’re not even getting food!”
y dirty schemes your Richard’s bitter laugh came through the phone. “You understand nothing! You have no idea how mother has carried out behind my back!” His voice hardened. “Don’t talk about things you don’t understand. Don’t stay at home–go to the hospital and help take care of your brother. Give Sophia a break so she can rest. You’re in your twenties now, Grace, you’re an adult, you should take on some responsibility during this difficult time for our family.
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He hung up abruptly, leaving Grace staring at her phone.
She glanced down at the documents in her hand, papers that could turn the entire Harding family upside down, Tath deep breath, she made her decision.
“Henry, am I doing the right thing?” she whispered to herself, carefully placing those documents in her purse.
“Will you hate me for this? I despise Sophia, but I don’t want to hurt you at a time like this. Tell me, what should I dar
After much deliberation, she drove to the hospital with a heavy heart.
When Grace arrived at Henry’s room, she found him leaning against the bed, awkwardly trying to sign documents with his left hand. Seeing her strong, capable brother struggling with such a simple task made her heart ache.
Looking at him now, she couldn’t bring herself to deliver such a devastating blow.
This brother had protected her all her life, indulged her every whim. How could she repay his kindness by stabbing him in the heart?
Grace rushed to his bedside and snatched the pen from his hand. “Henry, stop pushing yourself! It’s not a big deal if you can’t sign right now!”
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