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

comered, there was no telling

“Instead of worrying about pushing those people too far, think about where to bite to be

strike to kill when they attack, aiming for the right

the throat first, ensuring their prey can’t

no room for

head on Rhett’s shoulder, pondering his

just

Haywoods haven’t retaliated?” Kristin clung to Rhett’s

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 responsibility, distancing

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 the Fitzgerald Group, something more critical than reputation–Mr.

seeking all along, the truth about his

was Kristin’s guess, Hertha’s final

not

flickered, looking

truly smart.

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

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anything to do with the Haywoods, they knew. Theti

Fitzgerald, Mr. Holcomb expects you to

had been lying in Rhett’s arms for who knows how long when

set on Rhett’s

asked

to keep me here?

down, biting her lip. She truly didn’t want Rhett to go.

it would mean the end of their

keep me…” Rhett’s voice

he had no intention of going, yet he still

remembering how Fiona had coyly flirted

keep

at Rhett’s tie, her voice barely

even crafted an excuse

wouldn’t want to drag the Fitzgerald Group into it, better

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

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