Chapter 39 - I froze

Chapter 39 - I froze
~Harriet~

It couldn't be. I couldn't be in love.

I turned to her, a polite smile plastered across my face.

“Don't worry, I won't tell,” she muttered, but my smile only widened.

“I'm afraid Miss Delphine is mistaken,” I muttered, hearing my own heart drum furiously against my chest. She nodded, a hint of amusement on her face before she washed her hands and left. I stared at my reflection in the mirror one time before sucking in a deep breath. Once I calmed my emotions, I walked back to our table. Just then, Delphine seemed to have finished eating and bit Rael goodbye.

Once she was gone, I wasn't in the mood to shop anymore and just asked Rael if we could return home. He nodded without saying anything and I could only sigh as I pondered Delphine’s earlier words.

Shaking my head to get rid of the thoughts, my gaze moved to stare outside the window, where the sun was already shining.

Just then, my phone buzzed once more, and this time, it wasn't my father calling. It was Miranda. I paused for a moment, making sure my eyesight wasn't damaged before finally picking up the call.

“You–come to the first hospital this instant. Your father got into an accident, and it's all because of you he's in critical condition,” she muttered before hanging up, and I could only bite my lips, turning to the man beside me. He immediately motioned for the chauffeur to change directions, heading to the first hospital immediately.

Once the car arrived, I got off, thanking the man, and watched as the car drove off before I walked into the hospital.

“Miss, do you know which room someone surnamed Anderson is in?” I asked a nurse, and she paused, casting a glance at me before asking.

“Who are you to them?”

“I'm his daughter,” I muttered, wincing at my own words. He was a father who had never really acknowledged me, yet here I was, openly saying that he was my father. Fate sure had a way of playing a joke on me.

The nurse nodded before telling me the room number. I quickly rushed over, and when I reached, I heard the sound of people laughing inside, making my brows furrowed.

When I pushed the door open, I caught sight of the people in the room. One of them was my father, who seemed pretty fine lying on the bed, and the other two were Kylie and Miranda. They stared at me with venom as I walked over. Only my father had a smile plastered across his face, yet I knew it wasn't natural.

“Oh, Harriet. You're finally here. I was just telling Miranda how you used to be as a child.” He said, making my brows furrow even more.

“Aren't you supposed to be in critical condition?” I asked, a hint of amusement flashing in my eyes, and I saw him avert his gaze from mine–it was definitely guilty eating him up.

He stared up at me, ready to say something, but Miranda beat him to it.

“Are you actually wishing him to be in critical condition? What kind of daughter are you?” She asked, making my eyes glint.

“Him being in critical condition were your words, not mine. Did you forget?” I asked, making her turn mute. She blushed in embarrassment, ready to report, but my father stopped her.

“Now that you're here, I want to discuss something with you,” he muttered, and I saw his eyes flash with greed, making me smirk. He didn't cease to amaze me at all. Yesterday he'd seen me with Rael, and today he wants me back home after kicking me out. Amusing shit, wasn't it?

I folded my arms in front of my chest, hinting that I was listening to him. He scratched his neck before turning to me fully.

“Since you're a little close with Mr Morgan, I was wondering if you could ask him to invest in our company?” He said, making my smile deepen. I knew the company stocks were plummeting, and they needed an investor, but why should I help them?

“And why should I help?” I asked, my brows arching in question, and I caught Miranda trying to say something before getting kicked by him.

“It's also your mother's company, Harriet. It wouldn't be bad if you helped it,” he muttered, making me smile.

“Since you know it's my mother's company, I should have her shares, should I not?” I muttered, seeing Miranda's eyes widen in shock. I saw the complicated look on my father's face before he said,

“That's not possible, Harriet. I'm afraid…” he trailed before I cut him off.

“Sell my mother's shares to me and I'll get Rael to invest. If not, you can forget it,” I calmly stated, turning to leave.

“You ungrateful wench! I'm actually your father! You steal your sister's fiance and now you're acting proud? How heartless!” He yelled from behind, but I'd completely lost interest in listening to him.

“I should have killed you the day you were born if I knew you'd be this ungrateful,”

Those were his last words before I exited the room.

Did I feel bad? The answer was yes. All my life, even in my previous life, I'd always wanted my father to see me as a daughter. But each time, I was nothing but an outsider. I'd thought his words couldn't get to me anymore, but boy was I wrong.

I smiled bitterly, going to sit on a chair outside the hospital, completely unaware of my surroundings.

I sucked in a deep breath, rising to my feet and completely oblivious to the sky that had turned darker. It was about to rain.

Just as the rain started to pour, I felt a shadow above my head–someone had shielded me from the rain, using an umbrella.

A pair of shoes came into view, and then pants…and then a black T-shirt. When I met his gaze, I froze.