Chapter 190
Isabella stood on the cold hospital floor, a chill running from her feet straight to her heart. Reality had slapped her hard across the face Henry on longer cared for her the way he once did. Her act of fragility, once so effective, had lost its power over him.
Nancy approached cautiously, her voice low but firm. ‘Miss Scott, you should stop crying just now, he’s quite disappointed in you.”
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think about how to win Mr. Harding back. From his expersion
Isabella wiped away her tears, the desperation in her eyes replaced by determination.
“You’re right,‘ she said, straightening her shoulders. ‘I can’t just give up like this. I can’t let myself fall apart.” A dangerous gleam flashed in her eyes. 1 need to recapture his heart, make him listen only to me!” She clenched her fists. “Sophia, we’ll see about that!”
Meanwhile, Henry had already instructed James to investigate the photos. The results confirmed what he had suspected deep down.
James’s voice came through the phone, professional and direct: “Sir, I’ve had experts analyze the photographs. Based on the angles, the photographer must have been Miss Scott herself. Only she could have taken pictures from such close proximity.”
This aligned perfectly with Henry’s suspicions.
“Additionally, James continued, “regarding your grandfather having people rough up Miss Scott–I questioned the security team. Mr. William only verbally intimidated her. No one laid a hand on her. In short, Miss Scott has been lying to you all along.”
James’s report hit Henry like a blow to the chest, leaving him momentarily speechless.
It seemed he had wronged Sophia once again. Ever since Isabella had barged into Maple Grove and slept beside him, his trust in her had been eroding. Though his father hadn’t explicitly said anything, Henry wasn’t a fool. He had noticed certain unsavory motives in Isabella’s behavior.
He had always made excuses for Isabella’s actions, attributing them to her excessive attachment to him. He believed her behavior, though sometimes calculated, at least stemmed from genuine feelings.
But today’s revelation about the photos completely shattered that belief.
If loving someone turned you into such a manipulative person, wasn’t that kind of love terrifying?
Henry suddenly felt an urgent need to see Sophia–to apologize, to explain that he had been wrongfully accused, that his relationship with Isabella was innocent.
At that moment, I was in Harper Davis’s hospital room. The elderly woman had diabetes and needed treatment to lower her blood proceed.
sugar before surgery could
Mrs. Davis held my hand, her concerned eyes searching my face, “Dear, Sam hasn’t contacted his family for so long. Do you think he might have found someone else?‘ Her voice grew indignant. “If he’s with another woman, you tell me. I’ll beat him until he’s on his knees begging for your forgiveness!”
At the mention of Sam, my eyes immediately moistened.
Six years had passed, yet anything related to him remained my most painful trigger. The name “Sam” was a thorn deeply embedded in my heart. For six years, I had desperately tried to forget him and everything associated with him. I had forced myself to see Henry as Sam, loving him with all my might.
But some things can never be replaced–just as a counterfeit can never truly substitute for the genuine article.
I struggled to maintain my composure, forcing a smile. “Mrs. Davis, what are you saying? Sam is fine. He’s on a classified mission, so he can’t contact anyone. I actually received a message from him not long ago.”
Mrs. Davis’s face lit up at this news. “Oh! He messaged you? That’s wonderful!” She clutched my hand tightly. “He might not call or write to his grandmother, but you’re the love of his life. If he wasn’t even messaging you, I wouldn’t let him get away with it!” She leaned forward eagerly. “What did he say in his message?”
As soon as she asked, she regretted it, perhaps feeling that at her age, she shouldn’t pry into the private communications between young lovers. Pain flashed across my eyes. After comforting the elderly woman, I made an excuse and hurriedly left. The moment I was out of Mrs. Davis’s room, my tears flowed uncontrollably.
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sam, it’s been six years. If you’re watching me from heaven, please make sure Mrs. Davis’s surgery goes well. I’ve been doing fine mate the pre worry about me.
Memories flooded back, bringing endless sorrow.
After Sam’s death, I had grieved for a long time, unable to move forward. Then I met Henry, who looked remarkably like Sam. When I first saw Henry, I briefly thought I was seeing Sam himself.
Hiding in the stairwell, I cried uncontrollably, with no intention of leaving. As I leaned against the wall, one hand covering my mouth to muffle my sobe, the emergency staircase door opened. A tall, slender figure walked in.
In the darkness, I couldn’t make out the newcomer’s face. But from that commanding presence, elegant demeanor, and familiar scent, I knew it was Henry
I immediately tensed, thinking Henry had been manipulated by Isabella to confront me. If that was the case, I was ready for a fight.
But something unexpected happened. Seeing my tears, Henry felt a sharp pain in his chest. Without warning, he reached out and pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly.
The gesture completely shocked me. Pressed against Henry’s chest, my thoughts raced, filled with confusion. Was this really Henry?
I stood there, stunned, unable to comprehend what was happening.
Henry Harding–the man who had never shown genuine emotion toward me in six years of marriage–was embracing me as if I truly mattered to him.
His heartbeat echoed in my ears, steady and strong.
The warmth of his embrace contradicted the coldness that had always existed between us.
In that brief, bewildering moment, I almost felt like I was back in Sam’s arms.
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