Chapter 230 The Ninth Young Master of the Harrises.

Perched in a lofty spot, with light streaming in from the doorway, Maggie glanced down and spotted man holding an umbrella amidst the rain veil.

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He stood in the darkness, his attire seemingly infused with his presence, radiating an air of chilliness and a trace of hostility.

Nathael folded his umbrella, inclining his head slightly to meet Maggie’s eyes.

Suddenly, Maggie realised that Timmothy’s hand was still clasping her arm.

Maggie was taken aback.

What an unexpected turn of events!

What an unfortunate stroke of luck!

Nathael briefly fixed his gaze on Maggie before turning to the man standing next to her.

From a specific viewpoint, the umbrella partially hid Timmothy’s face as he lowered his gaze to meet Nathael’s, a faint grin appearing on his lips, hinting at defiance and insanity amidst the dark night’s backdrop.

After a brief pause, Timmothy shifted his focus and looked at Maggie’s ankle. “Are you injured, Maggie?”

Looking down, Maggie experienced a sudden twinge in her right ankle, as if a needle had pricked her when pressure was applied.

Extending the umbrella to Maggie, Timmothy bent down to check her condition.

Instinctively. Maggie flinched and retreated a few steps.

Timmothy’s extended hand found nothing to make contact with, but he remained unfazed, squatting as he glanced up at Maggie. “Looks like you’ve twisted it. It appears quite swollen.”

Underneath the rain curtain, as she passed him the umbrella and he squatted down, raindrops trickled onto his flawless face.

His eyes sparkled with clarity, his clothes and hair soaked.

Feeling a twinge of remorse, Maggie sheltered him under the umbrella and whispered gently, “I’ll manage to make it home. My boyfriend is coming to fetch me.”

Timmothy stood up, looking down at Maggie as he asked, “Do you genuinely love him?”

“Yes, I do,” Maggie admitted wholeheartedly.

a moment of contemplation, Maggie remembered something and warned him,

a moment, then offered a faint smile. “So, this

before continuing. “And Mr. Hudson, maybe a few other doctors.”

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want to hide anything from Nathael, but she hesitated to reveal her imminent fate if he were to find out about

Nathael arrived at the

Maggie, his gaze unwavering as he softly. inquired. ‘Are you

before confessing. Tve sprained

gently grasping her

time, Maggie didn’t recoil, keeping the umbrella

he gently examined her ankle, causing Maggie to

to Nathael’s bared nape, a

eyes.

tall and carried Maggie

figures as they departed before trailing behind

living room, a slight worry tugging at her. “Will this have any impact on the

some compositions required the use of

goes down, it shouldn’t be an issue. It should heal in about a week,”

ears, Maggie’s tension eased, and she lifted her gaze to meet his. “What brought you

you didn’t have an umbrella in the rain, Nathael responded gravely. His expression was betraying genuine

a soft chuckle, sensing a hint

stairs and spoke in a hushed tone, “Mr. Hudson, could you. please prepare a

Maggie rose beside Nathael and said warmly, “Allow me to introduce you. This

low tone. His eyes locked on Timmothy, his

smile.

was momentarily taken

Cousin?

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gently clarified, “Maggie, I forgot to mention,

speechless, her mind drawing a

surname is

Timmothy Harris!

grim and deranged member

as Timmothy, but it turned out his surname is Harris!

Nathael’s biggest enemy of the

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