Buried 8

Chapter 8 

She had said “I’m sorry” and “I apologize” countless times along the way. When she was clinging to him, he had longed to hear her give up, but when he finally heard it, he didn’t seem that happy. 

Mason remained silent, his heart as still as water. 

He closed the umbrella, and the Walker family’s nanny came to greet them. She glanced at Mason and Harper, and handed the towel to Mason first. It was clear at a glance who was more precious. Harper no longer had the Walker surname, and even the nanny here could give her a cold shoulder. 

Mason didn’t accept it, his eyes sharp, “Do you think I need it more than she does?” 

The nanny’s face froze, and she quickly handed the towel to Harper, “I, I’ll go get another one.” 

“No need. I’m leaving now.” 

When Ava heard the noise and came downstairs, she saw the two standing together. She quickly walked over, her face full of anxiety and concern, “Why did you get soaked like this? You were fine when you went out. Why didn’t you use the umbrella?” 

“We did use it.” Harper held the towel and wiped her hand, “It’s okay.” 

“Okay? You’re soaked!” 

Ava called for the nanny, “Charlotte, hurry and draw a hot bath for Harper. Otherwise, she’ll catch a cold.” 

No matter when, Ava’s affection never faded. Harper muttered her thanks and slowly climbed the stairs, with the gazes of the two people behind her. 

Ava looked away first. She turned to Mason, her wariness hidden under her gentle demeanor, “Mason, why did you bring Harper back? Didn’t I ask Ethan to take her?” 

“Noah didn’t go.” Mason, expressionless, stated the fact, “Ethan went to find him.” 

“He didn’t go?” 

Ava’s composed face showed anger, “How could he? That’s extremely disrespectful. I’ll definitely tell his parents!” 

As soon as she finished speaking, she calmed down and said, “Anyway, thank you for the trouble. In the future, just have Ethan call me in such situations.” 

Mason nodded, but added meaningfully, “Aunt Ava, I heard that you plan to marry her into the Bennett family?”- 

When Harper took a bath, she locked the door and didn’t let anyone in. 

Ava knocked on the door, “Harper, do you feel unwell? Do you want to take some medicine as a precaution?” 

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“No, it’s not necessary.” 

She wasn’t that delicate. Over these three years, let alone catching a cold or having a fever, even if she was beaten to the point of dislocation, she would bite a towel and reset her arm herself. When the pain woke her up, she would ig- nore the new and old injuries on her body and get up to earn money in the wind and snow. In winter, she always had a pair of shoes with the soles coming off. 

Snow would pour into her shoes, freezing her toes until they turned purple and rigid. 

Compared to that, getting caught in the rain was nothing. 

She quickly changed her clothes and went out. Ava was waiting for her, holding her hand, gently stroking her face, and touching her forehead, “Didn’t I tell Ethan to take good care of you? Why did you get soaked?” 

“It’s okay.” 

After coming back, Harper had learned to be considerate, becoming well-mannered, gentle, and understanding. 

Ava used to pray every day that her little daughter would be more sensible, less willful, and not always anger her fa- ther. But now that she had become like this, as a mother, she couldn’t help but feel heartbroken. 

Pulling Harper to sit beside her, Ava took the towel and rubbed and pressed the water droplets from the ends of her hair. That once beautiful, black, and smooth hair now looked like withered weeds, lifeless and very brittle. 

Just like Harper herself. 

Ava’s heart ached, and her nose turned sour. This time, bringing Harper back was something she had insisted on by herself, but there were conditions. She couldn’t spoil Harper excessively again and ruin her. If she offended someone, no one would be able to save her. 

“Aunt Ava, I can do it myself.” Harper was not used to such tenderness and intimacy. 

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