Chapter 220

Just head on back Rhett sald, pressing a hand to his forehead

The lawyer hesitated, his words stuck in his throat, but after a long silence, he decided to speak up. ‘Mr. FitzGerald, you’ve endured for over a decade. A few more days won’t make a difference”

Rhett remained silent.

Over a decade. Since he was a child, certain seeds had already taken root and begun to sprout.

“Rhett, rebvember, mom would never take her own life, never.”

Rhett. I have you, I would never han myself. Remember, if something ever happens to me, it wasn’t by my own hand…”

Rhett could never forget, that year he was only eight, the night Holcomb came home drunk and turned the house upside down in a violent rage.

On that stormy night, Rhett stood hidden behind the door, watching Holcomb strike his mother with a golf club, over and over.

His door was locked from the outside, and no matter how much he cried and screamed, he couldn’t open it. His fingers trembled as he pressed them against his forehead, veins bulging on the back of his hand.

The shadows of childhood can indeed follow you for a lifetime.

“Rhett Upstairs, Kristin walked out barefoot, her eyes red and swollen from crying.

She called out for Rhett, not Mr. FitzGerald, just his first name – Rhett.

Rhett’s thoughts snapped back to the present, a sharp pang in his chest.

Looking up at Kristin standing at the top of the stairs, he rose to his feet and quickly ascended. “Bad dream?”

“I dreamed you died…” Kristin was still crying, crying hard.

For Kristin, the worst nightmare wasn’t Rhett leaving her, it was Rhett dying – He was killed by someone because of her.

Rhett let out a chuckle, pulling Kristin into his arms to comfort her. “Been watching too many thrillers?”

Tm scared, if we push the Haywoods too far…” Kristin fretted.

She knew Hertha wasn’t foolish, not like Adrienne and Fiona, those foolish women.

and skilled at

no telling what she

carried Kristin downstairs in his arms. “Instead of worrying about pushing those

kill when they attack, aiming for the right

go for the throat first, ensuring their prey can’t fight

no room for the

on Rhett’s shoulder, pondering his words.

just tactics, it

calm the online storm? The Haywoods haven’t retaliated?” Kristin clung

to the Haywood name. Claimed she’s not close with them, that their families don’t mingle much,

how fierce the online uproar, to Mr. Holcomb, it’s just pressure. If he insists on you marrying Hertha amidst such a storm, it only means one thing: the Haywoods hold something over

truth about his mother’s death, and the evidence, was in

Kristin’s guess, Hertha’s final

chip the Haywoods dare not reveal,

looking down

truly

in medical equipment. Hertha’s mother was once close to mine, but then they drifted apart,” Rhett murmured, kissing Kristin’s cheek. “Even if

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mother’s death had anything to do with the Haywoods, they knew. Theti would come

to attend the prese conference this

for who knows how long when York’s

guessed, Holcomb was still set on Rhett’s engagement to the

asked timidly, gripping Rhett’s

you want to keep me here?

biting her lip. She truly

it would mean the end of their relationship.

keep me…” Rhett’s voice was husky, lazily leaning back on

going, yet he

remembering how Fiona had coyly flirted with

keep him?

barely a whisper. “Can you not go?

an excuse for Rhett.

drag the

couldn’t get his fill of her. It was painfully obvious he hadn’t

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