When the Boss’ Lady Became His Sister-in-law

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 camouflage.

telling what she might do.

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

when they attack,

the throat first, ensuring their

leaves no room for

on Rhett’s shoulder, pondering his

just tactics, it requires absolute strength and resources.

storm? The Haywoods haven’t retaliated?” Kristin clung to Rhett’s neck, whispering.

being a mistress is a personal matter, unconnected to the Haywood name. Claimed she’s not close with them, that their families don’t mingle much, and she’ll take all

seem convinced.” Kristin closed her eyes slowly, then spoke again. “No matter how fierce the online uproar, to Mr. Holcomb, it’s just pressure. If he insists on you marrying Hertha amidst such

Rhett had been seeking all along, the truth about his mother’s death, and the

Kristin’s guess, Hertha’s

dare not reveal, not until the last

flickered, looking down

truly

equipment. Hertha’s mother was once close to mine, but then they drifted apart,” Rhett murmured, kissing Kristin’s cheek. “Even if the Haywoods have something on us, they wouldn’t dare go

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death had anything to do with the Haywoods, they knew. Theti

you to attend the prese conference this afternoon.”

for who knows

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

go?” kristie asked timidly,

you want to keep me here? Rhett

in Rhett’s lap, looked down, biting her lip. She truly didn’t want Rhett

engaged to Hertha, it would mean the end

voice was husky, lazily

going, yet he

had coyly

keep

at Rhett’s tie, her voice barely a whisper. “Can you not

crafted an excuse for Rhett.

eye of the media storm; he wouldn’t want to drag the Fitzgerald Group into it, better

get his fill of her. It