Chapter 300
“Every family gathering, every holiday...we always had to be there with your relatives. And when money got tight, you’d just go ask them for more. Your parents—every time they see me, it’s ‘Take care of her,’ ‘Don’t disappoint our daughter.’ But the way they look at me…like I’m some kind of failure. I have my pride, Genevieve. I’m the man in this relationship!”
Harrison slammed a fist against his own chest, his voice shaking with bottled-up rage.
Genevieve stared, completely stunned. All these years, she thought his willingness to join her family events was a sign of his devotion. She had felt so grateful, so lucky. She would have done anything for him. She never imagined this resentment was boiling underneath.
Their daughter, frightened by her father’s outburst, buried her face in Genevieve’s shoulder, trembling.
Just then, Harrison’s phone buzzed loudly. He answered, and his assistant’s panicked voice came through clearly. “Sir, Arabella is suing you. She’s demanding a hundred million for fraud. The police are on their way to the hospital right now.”
His expression darkened instantly. Without another glance at his wife, he turned and stormed out of the room.
Genevieve stood frozen, watching him leave. Silent tears began to trace paths down her pale cheeks.
Meanwhile, at GoldenPhoenix…
After dispersing the angry crowd and arranging for the damaged cars to be fixed, Isabella returned to her office. She studied the pregnant woman before her with a curious gaze. “To what do I owe this visit, Ms. Kensington?”
“Mr. Blackwood sent me. He thought it was a smart move. Anyone else handling that mob might have gotten hurt. But me?” She gently rested a hand on her rounded belly. “Nobody’s going to hit a pregnant woman. I could say anything out there, and they’d just have to take it.”
Isabella had to admit, Nathaniel’s logic was sound. Those people, though paid to cause trouble, still had a strong sense of right and wrong. They despised home-wreckers. Attacking a pregnant woman was a line they wouldn’t cross.
Mr. Blackwood? So it was Nathaniel’s doing after all…
Wendy continued, a warm smile on her face. “He had me come out, and he’d already deployed hundreds of his staff to sift through those phone records long before you even started looking. He treats you exceptionally well, my dear. He respects you deeply. You should cherish a man like that.” She gave Isabella’s shoulder a gentle, knowing pat and a wink before taking her leave.
A faint blush rose to Isabella’s cheeks. A peculiar, warm feeling blossomed in her chest. Harrison and Arabella had met frequently at the office, but their phone calls continued for hours even after work. Over the years, there were over a thousand calls. Some long, some short, most conversations seemingly trivial. Finding the crucial evidence meant listening to each one, often multiple times. That’s why her team, working through the night, had hit a wall.
Without Nathaniel’s intervention, she might not have found the evidence until the next day. She had explicitly told him not to interfere in her affairs. Yet, he had helped her silently, from the shadows.
The thought of all his quiet support made her expression grow solemn. If not for the incident five years ago… she would have given him a whole brood of children without a second thought.
But first, she had to settle the storm raging inside her.
She could only repay him with her gratitude for now. She turned to Adrian and Julian. “Handle things here. Keep an eye on Arabella. I might be tied up for the next couple of days.”
“Don’t worry about a thing,” Adrian said, thumping his chest confidently. “You handled the big crisis. I can manage the clean-up. It’s under control!”
With a nod, Isabella left.
Julian watched her go, his thoughts drifting to the retired, pregnant Wendy Morrison. His gaze darkened. It seemed Nathaniel Blackwood had stepped in to help again. Was Isabella finally opening her heart to love once more?