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He zoomed in on the photo, scrutinizing the image extremely
carefully till the burning cigarette stung his fingers. Only then
did he snap out of it and toss his phone away.
A second later, it rang, the screen lighting up with “Mom”
flashing on it.
He unlocked to answer and then heard her voice. “Ells, where
are you tonight? Could you stop being such a handful at least
once in a while and go stay home for a couple of nights?
“You’ve always left Hara alone back home. How could you do
this to her?”
He frowned. “Did she put a spell on you on what? All of you
side with her. Enough. I see.”
Everyone else in the family liked Harriet, including Raymond,
Kathie, and his parents.
What was so good about her?
He hung up and stood up. Picking up his suit jacket, he said to
came up.”
Johnathan straightened up a little, arching an eyebrow. “The
show hasn’t even started yet. Are you sure?”
No longer in the mood, he waved his hand while heading to the
bar entrance.
He started his car, leaving the car window open.
Steering the wheel with his right hand, he rested his left arm on
the window frame with a cigarette between his fingers. The
rhythm of “Five Hundred Miles” through the Burmester sound
system echoed in the car.
He still didn’t get it. There was nothing special about Harriet.
How could she wrap everyone else in the family around her little finger?
And… What was he thinking, agreeing to marry her in the first
place?
He took a drag from his cigarette and then exhaled a slow swirl
of smoke.
Seeing only a few cars in sight, he flicked away the half-smoked
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cigarette and slammed the accelerator. With a roar, the car surged forward and soon disappeared into the distance.
In the bedroom of the villa.
Harriet took some shower gel and skincare products from the
bathroom and reached for the bedroom door. Just then,
someone opened it.
She looked up.
Then she was dumbfounded.
Ellsworth?
What was he doing back?
Ellsworth had only come home a handful of times over the past
three years. At the sight of him, Harriet was utterly stunned.
She blurted out, “Why are you back?”
Immediately, she explained, “I’m not saying you can’t come
back. I mean, it’s your home, and you can come back anytime
you want.”
She added after a brief pause, “I haven’t used the bathroom or
slept in the bed for a while now. Jacquelyn and the others clean
and disinfect every day!”
Jacquelyn Becker was one of the servants here.
As Harriet said this, some memories flashed across her mind.
She had once grabbed Ellsworth’s sleeve, and he had tossed the
black suit jacket away later.
From then on, she had never touched him or his things again
unless necessary.
If he wanted to stay the night, she didn’t want him to be disgusted by her presence in the master bedroom.
The truth was, she had moved into the guest room next door
shortly after their marriage.
Ellsworth took off his jacket and casually tossed it onto the
couch.
She stepped aside to make way.
Since he didn’t say anything, she lowered her head, ready to step out with the things she had taken from the bathroom. Just then, he asked, his voice icy, “You’ve got the birth certificate?”
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Looking at him, she nodded. “Yes. Grandpa gave it to me. I don’t think Sir Townsend will raise any objections either.”
She used to call Raymond by his first name, but Ellsworth
always addressed Ralph as “Sir Chavez”, as if drawing a clear
boundary between the two families. Eventually, she, too, began
calling Raymond “Sir Townsend”.
She had also heard Ellsworth loved Kelsey very much.
