Chapter 292
Having said what I needed to say, I turned back to the officers. ‘Is there anything else you need from me? If not. 14 like to
leave now.”
The two officers checked their notes. “No, that’s all for now. You’re free to go.
As I walked out, the lawyer hurried after me, his shoes clicking on the floor.
“Mrs. Harding, your husband’s life is hanging in the balance! Don’t you think this is a bit extreme?” His voice echoed in the corridor. “It’s been over five hours since the incident. He’s been in surgery all this time. Don’t you care at all about his
condition?”
In the past, I would have rushed to the hospital without a second thought. Even if there was nothing I could do but wait in the hallway and pray, I would have been by Henry’s side. But now?
I just wanted my divorce. I wanted to sever every connection between us.
I gave the lawyer a detached smile. “Since you’re so concerned about him, why don’t you go sit by his bedside? That way, when he wakes up, you’ll be the first person he sees. Wouldn’t that be nice?”
Ignoring his protests, I walked to the curb and hailed a taxi. “The Harding Estate, please.” I was going to pick up Billy.
As I leaned against the window, the glass reflected my face–my eyes bright with something I hadn’t felt in years: joy.
Finally, I would be free of Henry Harding.
What should have been a festive holiday gathering at the Harding estate had descended into grim silence.
Catherine and Isabella had been locked in the basement, guarded by Harding security personnel.
The guards had locked the door from the outside, leaving the two women trapped. Catherine had been pounding on the door for hours, her voice growing increasingly hoarse.
“Get Richard in here now! I’m Mrs. Harding! Tell him to let me out!” Despite her persistent shouting and banging, the heavy door remained firmly closed.
Isabella sat on the cold floor, watching Catherine’s futile efforts. When Catherine’s voice had deteriorated to a painful rasp, Isabella finally spoke up.
“You might as well stop. You could scream until your vocal cords rupture and no one would come,” she said flatly. “Think about it–Henry and William are both in critical condition. Richard has to deal with his father, his son, and this entire mess at home. Do you really think you’re his priority right now?”
She leaned back against the wall. “If I were you, I’d sit down, stay quiet, and conserve my energy.
Catherine finally gave up, her palms red and stinging from pounding on the door. She slumped down beside Isabella, her aristocratic elegance completely gone.
“I’m his wife,” she said, more to convince herself than Isabella. “He loves me. Once things settle down, he’ll remember me. Despite her words, her voice lacked conviction.
Chapter 292
In all their years of marriage, Richard had never laid a hand on her, no matter what she’d done. Today he had Häppen in front of everyone.
Isabella gave a cold laugh. “By the time he ‘remembers‘ you, you’ll have frozen to death down here. She raised an eyebro “And are you really sure he loves you? Would a man who loves his wife slap her in front of so many people?
Catherine’s cheek still bore the clear imprint of Richard’s fingers. The mark showed no signs of fading. Stung by Isabella’s words, Catherine turned on her with sudden fury.
“Why did I get slapped? Who was I doing all this for?” she snapped. “It was for you! And now that we’re in trouble, instead of trying to think of a way out, you’re just sitting there making snide remarks!”
Isabella noticed Catherine’s genuine anger and decided not to push further. She simply curved her lips into a smile.
“I may be harsh, but I’m only stating facts, aren’t I?” She tilted her head. “You say Richard loves you. Are you willing to bet on that?”
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