Chapter 384

The following day, Harvey headed out to Brockville, unbeknownst to Eloise.

His private jet touched down at ten, and by noon, Harvey had reached the Noland estate. Upon seeing him, the butler was taken aback and scurried into the foyer to announce, "Ms. Tracey, your grandson-in-law has arrived."

Tracey's heart skipped a beat. Harvey's here again? She quickly asked, "What brings him here?"

Tracey had reason to be apprehensive. Brett had fathered a son with Harvey's sister and never made it right, so it stood to reason that the Horigans might harbor some resentment. Tracey hoped this wasn't about another confrontation with Brett.

Pondering for a moment, the butler added, "He doesn't look happy!"

Tracey's concern grew.

When Harvey entered, he greeted Tracey with due respect.

Tracey was puzzled. Harvey usually called her by her first name. Why the formality today? Before she could ask, Harvey was guiding her towards the garden, his tone gentle, "There are things I'd prefer to discuss privately with you."

Tracey's worry eased, and she chided him with a laugh, "Harvey, you're being all mysterious these days."

Harvey offered a faint smile.

In the privacy of Tracey's garden cottage, with no one else around, Harvey produced a photograph from his coat and placed it in front of her.

Tracey put on her reading glasses to take a closer look. "It's an old photo of me! Harvey, how come you have this...?"

When she flipped it over, Tracey's questions ceased, her expression revealing a complex mix of melancholy, pain, and nostalgia.

Her voice trembled slightly. "Harvey, I recognize this handwriting. Only one person remembered to call me by my maiden name."

Then, with a tear in her eye, "Who gave this to you?"

Harvey's voice was low, "It was given to me by an old gentleman to pass on to

you. He said... he said his biggest regret was never being able to apologize to you in person."

Tracey caressed the photograph, sighing, "Why bother with regrets! How is he, Harvey?"

his hand over hers, whispering, "Master Lee has passed. You were the

Passed away...

she shed no tears, her fingers

them apart. Tracey, headstrong as

bedroom was quiet, and Tracey sat alone. Her sorrow was palpable,

she was suffering. He recounted Master Lee's history with the Horigans, and Tracey listened with a detached expression, "He thought he had transcended it all,

Brett returned home to find Harvey present, he was surprised. He was even more puzzled when he heard that Tracey

called out tenderly,

Harvey, who quietly closed it behind him, advising, "Brett, please let Tracey be

discomfort. After a few steps, he

pause, Harvey replied, "An old friend of Tracey's has

having pieced together the clues, he had an inkling of who it might've been. After all, both families

the children. However, given the rare visit, Brett persuaded him to stay, "Tracey's upset, and it's better to

So Harvey agreed.

simple dishes himself. As the evening air cooled, Harvey stepped outside to phone Eloise, updating

voice soft, "Dinner's ready. Will you be

the kids go ahead without me. I'm out of town on business and

a hint of suspicion. She

tender voice, Harvey yearned for her, and couldn't help

"Me too," she replied.

was about to say more when Brett's voice intruded, "Can't handle a single night apart after being together all

hung up, chuckling. He and Brett enjoyed a little wine

delicate topic, "Brett, when do

promises far too long. Thankfully, the danger had passed. Orlena perhaps out of modesty, was also less forward these days.

softly, his gaze

another drink.

room, while Brett brought wonton soup to Tracey, who had lost

you

him

quiet solace of the night. She

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