?Chapter 1403:
“I had promised her I would wait, whether it took a year or ten years. I was prepared to wait as long as needed to be with her.”
Lucius watched Harlee carefully and then gave a self-deprecating smile.
“You probably think Nic was just appeasing me with her drunken words.”
That was precisely what Harlee had in mind.
“Nic never really loved anyone. To her, both you and Nathaniel were like younger brothers.”
Lucius quickly retorted, “That’s not true! My rtionship with Nic was different. If Nathaniel hadn’t unexpectedly causedplications, she would havee back to the country to marry me!”
Right then, Harlee found herself missing Rhys terribly. She was certain that if he were present, he’d coldly dismiss Lucius’ wild fantasies with a scoff.
Harlee didn’t feel like listening any further. It seemed clear to her that Lucius was merely indulging in a delusion, convinced that Nic had reciprocated his feelings and that they might have ended up together if Nathaniel hadn’t intervened.
With these thoughts, Harlee’s eyes narrowed, and she asked, “Did Nathaniel y a role in Nic’s death? What exactly did he do?” She sensed this might be the crucial clue.
“Yes, he was behind Nic’s death!” Lucius’ voice grew louder, his expression turning grave.
“Harlee, you’ve ended up marrying the grandson of the man who caused Nic’s death!”
Left speechless, Harlee couldn’tprehend. Nathaniel was oblivious to Nic’s situation on the deserted ind. How could he be responsible for her death? Furthermore, Lucius repeatedly used Nathaniel of murdering Nic without detailing how. She would have to be gullible to take Lucius’ word for it. Honestly, if it weren’t for the kindness Lucius had always extended to her, she might have thought him crazy.
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Observing her dumbfounded look, Lucius mistakenly believed she epted his usation that Nathaniel had killed Nic, and he stood up with a taunting sneer.
“Silent now? What? Do you finally believe me? You disregarded my warnings about marrying Rhys. Feeling any regrets yet?”
“Seriously, you’re making wild assumptions,” Harlee retorted, rolling her eyes.
“You insist that Nathaniel murdered Nic. Then exin why my father, who was closer to Nic than any of you, showed no concern whatsoever?”
Harlee momentarily feltpelled to reveal the truth of Nic’s death, but looking at Lucius’ stubborn face, she suddenly lost the urge to correct him. There was no point. Over the past decades, if Lucius had simply taken the time to investigate, he would have discovered that Nic hadn’t died. She had merely gone into hiding. Yet, he never did. He was too busy casting me and isting himself. Did Lucius truly love Nic? It didn’t appear so.
Harlee suspected that Lucius would react with anger and be even more agitated when confronted, which might allow her to extract more information about N by continuously provoking him.
However, that reaction never came.
The usually articte Lucius suddenly became withdrawn. He stood up and moved toward the door, saying, “Let’s pause this discussion for today. I’ll share more about the older generation another time.”
As he reached the door, he paused and turned back to Harlee.
“Don’t think about escaping. The poison in your system won’t harm your unborn child, but without the necessary medication or antidote, you risk a miscarriage. And don’t attempt to reach out to Rhys. If I detect any suspicious activity, your child will suffer the consequences with you!” His tone was cold, devoid of any warmth.
Shock painted Harlee’s face. Since her abduction, Lucius’ behavior hadn’t shifted dramatically. This sudden cold indifference, showing no concern for her life or death, shifted her feelings from difort to deep hurt in an instant. So, the kindness of years was nothing but a facade.
Witnessing her stunned reaction, Lucius exited the room rigidly, locking the door behind him with a definitive click. How could decades of his kindness toward Harlee be fake? It was just that between Nic and her, he cared more about Nic.
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