Chapter 275 Tristan Lowered His Head to Kiss Her Lips
"What preparations did you make?"
Harriet curved her lips slightly. "Just now when Mr. Romanov took me to the Johnson Mansion to get my medical kit, while he was waiting for me in the living room, I drugged his tea. If I walk out of here safely today, I'll naturally give him the antidote."
"But if I can't walk out, he'll have to die with me. I believe the Romanov family won't risk their heir's life just to take mine."
Caspian: "What?"
Tristan didn't let go of her hand. "You insist on going up?"
"I can't go back on my word, and I'm willing to trust Mr. Romanov this once."
Caspian's bodyguard's mouth twitched.
If she really trusted him, why would she drug him!
Tristan didn't insist further. "You can go up, but I'm coming with you."
"That's not necessary."
"This is my bottom line," Tristan said seriously. "If you don't agree, you're not going up today."
Caspian smiled. "If Mr. Lancaster wants to be your protector, you should let him. After all, I've been drugged and need the antidote quickly."
Harriet didn't refuse again. "Let's go then."
Harriet followed Caspian to the presidential suite.
An elderly man with white hair sat in a wheelchair, facing the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the view outside.
"Grandfather," Caspian said respectfully. "Ms. Getty is here."
The old man controlled his wheelchair to turn around. His wrinkled face was cold and stern, radiating an imposing presence.
"You're Harriet?"
"Yes."
"My granddaughter Lark died by your hand?"
"Yes."
"You dare step through this door, aren't you afraid you won't make it out alive?"
Harriet curved her lips slightly. "If I can't get out, you won't be able to either."
"So young, yet such courage. Very rare." Mason's expression softened a bit. "Though I grieve for my granddaughter, the Romanov family keeps its word. We won't make things difficult for you."
"Life and death are fate. You can go. I don't need your treatment."
"Grandfather!" Caspian frowned. "Ms. Getty has exceptional medical skills. I finally managed to bring her here. How can you refuse treatment?"
"Lark died at her hands. If I ask her to treat me, wouldn't your sister hate me?"
Caspian was getting anxious when he heard Harriet speak. "If Lark was truly filial, she would naturally let go of all grudges and only wish for her grandfather to live a long life."
Caspian agreed. "Ms. Getty is right. If Lark would hate you for this, wouldn't your love for her be wasted?"
Harriet put down her medical kit. "Mr. Mason Romanov, the Brown family has no one left. If you take care of yourself and live longer, there will be one more person in this world who remembers Lark."
Mason's expression clearly relaxed.
Caspian stepped forward. "Grandfather, I'm begging you to let Ms. Getty treat you."
Mason closed his eyes. "Alright then."
Harriet sat on the sofa and examined Mason's body.
Mason's gaze fell on Tristan nearby.
Actually, from the moment they entered, his attention had been on this young man with his noble bearing.
"Mr. Lancaster founded Apex Global Group at such a young age. Truly impressive."
Outsiders thought Tristan just worked for Apex Global Group, but the Romanov family could easily find out he was the real owner behind it.
Tristan replied politely, "Mr. Mason Romanov is too kind. Mr. Caspian Romanov is also very outstanding."
While they talked, Harriet had finished her examination.
"Ms. Getty, is my grandfather's condition serious?"
"Mr. Mason Romanov has no obvious illness, but his health keeps declining. No tests can find the problem, right?"
"Right." Caspian said, "Even Mr. Jones didn't know where to start, so he recommended you to me."
"It's not serious. I'll create a treatment plan—medication combined with special therapy. After some time of care, Mr. Mason Romanov can recover."
"That's great. Then please prepare the plan as soon as possible and treat my grandfather."
Harriet packed up her medical kit and glanced at Caspian.
Caspian looked at Mason. "Grandfather, I'll see Mr. Lancaster and Ms. Getty out."
"Alright."
Caspian walked them to the elevator, dismissed the bodyguards, and asked, "Ms. Getty has something to tell me?"
"Yes." Harriet said, "Your grandfather isn't sick at all. He's been poisoned."
"How can that be?" Caspian frowned. "He's had all the tests done, and nothing showed poisoning."
"This is a juice extracted from plants. The toxicity is barely detectable, and occasional consumption isn't fatal."
Harriet explained, "But with long-term consumption, all the body's organs start to decline, the body gets weaker and weaker, and gradually symptoms like white hair and difficulty walking appear. From the symptoms, he's been taking it for quite a while—at least a year and a half."
"That's right!" Caspian suddenly realized. "My grandfather's health was always good, but this past year, his hair turned completely white, he started having trouble moving, and even ended up in a wheelchair! Ms. Getty, is the poisoning severe? Can it be cured?"
"He's been poisoned for a while, so naturally it will take a long time to clear the toxins from his body. It won't happen overnight."
"Ms. Getty, please save my grandfather's life!" Caspian asked sincerely.
Harriet nodded. "Since I've agreed, I'll do my best to treat him. I'll go back and prepare the treatment plan. Once you've reviewed it and there are no problems, we'll start treatment."
"Good."
Just as Harriet was about to turn around, Caspian stopped her. "Did Ms. Getty really drug me?"
Harriet curved her lips slightly. "No, I didn't doubt your sincerity. But if you had set a trap for me today, I would have had a way to escape anyway."
Caspian laughed softly. "I believe you have that ability. My grandfather rarely praises young people, especially young women who catch his eye. You're the first."
Harriet smiled and turned to enter the elevator.
In the slowly descending elevator, Tristan looked at her. "Are you really going to help Mr. Mason Romanov detoxify?"
"Is there a problem?"
"In this world, there aren't many people who dare to poison Mr. Mason Romanov. Since they dared to do it, their identity and purpose must be significant. If you get involved, you'll definitely attract trouble. Harriet, if you want a peaceful life, you shouldn't get caught up in these big family disputes."
"I've already thought about what you said, so I didn't publicly say that Mr. Mason Romanov was poisoned. I only told Caspian alone."
Harriet continued, "He gave me painkillers to help Della, so naturally I should repay him. But to protect myself, during the treatment, I won't tell anyone it's detoxification, to prevent the poisoner from hearing about it and me getting into trouble."
In the past, she might have rushed to save people without hesitation.
But now, she had a daughter. She had to think carefully about everything and consider Della.
"So you've already thought it through." Tristan nodded. "I was overthinking."
Harriet smiled. "Of course, unless Caspian himself is behind it, then I couldn't avoid it no matter what."
"You can never be too careful. If you must treat Mr. Mason Romanov, I have to stay by your side."
Harriet politely declined. "Actually, you don't need to do this. I can protect myself."
Tristan took a long stride and walked right up to her.
Harriet instinctively stepped back, but Tristan pressed her into the corner of the elevator, leaving her nowhere to retreat.
"You protect yourself, I'll protect you. They don't conflict."
Tristan's deep, pleasant voice came from above. "Harriet, I will never let you get hurt again."
Harriet lowered her eyes, slowly clenching her fists.
The slight pain of her nails digging into her palms reminded her to stay rational. "But haven't you noticed that all the pain I've endured was caused by you?"
Tristan's heart broke.
"I'm sorry." Tristan gripped her shoulders. "It won't happen again, Harriet. Really, it won't."
Harriet held back the stinging in her eyes. "I know many things were beyond your control. I can't even blame you."
"But Tristan, before we loved each other, I was suffering. Later when we fell in love, I was still suffering."
"So I can't help thinking that maybe our love was wrong from the start."
"No!" Tristan cupped her face, forcing her to look at him. "We were so happy before, we even have Della, such a beautiful and lovely daughter. How could it be wrong?"
"Harriet, I'm begging you, please don't say things like that, okay?"
Harriet's lips trembled slightly, her eyes filled with tears as she looked at him silently.
Tristan's Adam's apple bobbed as he lowered his head to kiss her lips.