?Chapter 566: A nurse stopped by with medication, and a doctor peeked in for a quick check, but Rhys had Patrick quietly send them away.


    He couldnt bring himself to let anyone disturb Harlees much-needed rest.


    Harlee slept soundly, undisturbed, until the afternoon light began to creep in.


    Before her eyes fluttered open, her hand instinctively reached out, searching the nightstand for her phone.


    Noticing her movement, Rhys quickly retrieved the phone from the drawer and gently ced it into her palm.


    The night before, Harlee had left her phone behind in her rush to see Clint.


    Rhys had initially asked Patrick to return it, but he had changed his mind, worried it might distract her.


    Therefore, he kept it in the drawer.


    Harlee understood the situation and wasnt upset.


    Since Clint had regained consciousness, she hadnt even had the energy to think about her phone.


    Harlee opened her eyes slowly, squinting against the light, and adjusted the phones brightness.


    A nce at the screen revealed seven missed calls in the notifications.


    Three calls were from Wilton, and the remaining four were from Belen.


    Without a moments hesitation, Harlee tapped the redial button and sat upright.


    Ever attentive, Rhys ced a pillow behind her back, their movements seamless like a couple who had spent years together.


    When the call connected, Belens anxious voice crackled through the speaker.


    Harlee, are you okay? Wilton and I have been calling nonstop.


    Why didnt you answer? Harlee exined briefly that her phone hadnt been with her.


    g?lnσν?????s?c?m brings endless adventures Belen let out a long sigh of relief.


    The worry that had gnawed at her all morning vanished.


    She had feared something had happened to Harlee, which was why Harlee hadnt answered.


    After some brief small talk, Harlee cut to the chase.


    Was there something you and Wilton needed to talk to me about? Belen hesitated, her tone tinged with weariness and shame as she began recounting Lindsays actions at the hotel.


    Harlee, we didnt know what else to do, so we thought it best to get your perspective.


    Lindsay, she… Before Belen could finish, Harlees sharp voice interrupted.


    I cant offer you any advice about Lindsays actions because I intend to send her to prison in two days.


    When Harlee mentioned Lindsay, her eyes ignited with a fierce resolve, sharp enough to cut through steel.


    Yet, the moment her gaze shifted to Rhys, the storm in her eyes melted into a quiet warmth.


    Harlee didnt want to paint Lindsay with the same brush as Belen and Wilton, so she made a conscious effort to keep herposure intact.


    On the other end of the line, Belens coffee cup slipped from her hand and shattered on the floor.


    Her voice trembled as she asked, Harlee, what did you just say? Care to repeat that? Be specific! It was evident that Belen struggled to process what shed heard.


    No matter Lindsays ws, she was still their biological daughter.


    The idea that Lindsay could have done something so despicable that Harlee felt prison was the only option was almost too much for Belen toprehend.


    Rhys gently took Harlees hand in his, offering silent support.


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