Chapter203 A Gift for Clifton
Miranda pushed Harrison's hand away with disgust, making him stagger back half a step.
She smoothly pulled her slipped collar back in place and spoke coldly.
"None of your business."
Harrison seemed not to hear. He stared at her stubbornly, his eyes now filled with obsessive madness.
"Tell me, who is it?" He stepped forward again, closing in. "Miranda, there's no one else, right? You're just angry with me, so you're saying this on purpose to make me jealous, aren't you?"
Watching him talk to himself like this, Miranda found it absurd and ridiculous.
Her brows furrowed tightly as she gave a mocking smile. "Harrison, listen carefully. I'm your 'ex' wife. We have no relationship or connection anymore. What gives you the right to question me?"
Those words struck a nerve with Harrison.
The words "ex-wife" coming from Miranda's mouth sounded incredibly grating to him.
"You want an answer?" Miranda looked at his face, her voice continuing, "Fine, I'll tell you."
"I'm married. The mark on my shoulder was left by my husband. Are you satisfied with that answer?"
"Now, can you get lost?"
That final, blunt "get lost" completely shattered all the pretense of composure on Harrison's face.
His expression instantly darkened like a gathering storm, terrifying tempests churning in his eyes.
"Take that back!" He growled, his voice carrying barely suppressed rage and a hint of panic he himself hadn't noticed. "Miranda, I forbid you to say that! There's no one else, right!"
Seeing him lose control like this, Miranda's gaze grew even colder.
"The way you look right now," she said lightly, each word hammering at Harrison's rationality, "you look like a madman."
As the words fell, she clearly saw a flash of wounded pain cross Harrison's face.
In that instant, Miranda felt a strange satisfaction.
Yes, satisfaction.
She thought of that past marriage, of the days and nights when she was driven nearly mad by his and Ariana's "boundaryless" interactions.
She thought of those moments curled up alone in cold sheets, heart aching until she couldn't breathe.
Now, it was finally Harrison's turn to taste the torment she'd endured.
This vengeful satisfaction actually lightened her mood considerably.
Harrison took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
"You're not thinking clearly. You're deliberately trying to upset me." His voice softened. "But what I said is true, Miranda. I've broken up with Ariana. I've seen my true feelings clearly. The person I've always loved is you."
"I was a bastard before. Give me one more chance, okay?"
This passionate confession might have moved Miranda in the past.
But now, hearing it only disgusted her.
"One more thing. About Ariana hurting you, I already know. You know she did save my life. Miranda, for my sake, could you go to the police station and sign a settlement agreement?"
"Don't worry! Even if Ariana gets out, I absolutely won't let her appear in front of you again or disturb our life together!"
"Our life together?"
Miranda laughed, her laughter clear but full of undisguised mockery and coldness.
She really couldn't understand how thick Harrison's skin must be to say such things.
He wanted her to forgive someone who'd hired someone to kill her? For the sake of her ex-husband?
"You want me to sign a settlement agreement?" Miranda's smile faded, her eyes cold as knives. "Dream on."
Just as she finished speaking, two knocks sounded. The office door was pushed open from outside.
Two tall security guards stood in the doorway, looking sternly into the room.
She'd pressed the emergency call button under her desk when Harrison went crazy.
Miranda looked coldly at Harrison, issuing her dismissal. "Harrison, are you leaving on your own, or shall I have my people 'escort' you out?"
Harrison looked at the two security guards at the door, then at Miranda's resolute face, knowing that continuing to pester her today would yield no results.
He frowned, unwillingness flashing in his eyes, but ultimately chose to maintain his dignity.
"Miranda," he looked at her deeply, his tone carrying an obsessive certainty, "It's fine. I'll make you see my sincerity."
With that, he turned and left with heavy steps.
Back in the black Bentley parked downstairs, Harrison leaned against the back seat, his mind replaying the glaring mark on Miranda's shoulder over and over.
A man's jealousy and possessiveness burned like wildfire.
His gaze dimmed for a moment, but just seconds later, that darkness was replaced by an even more scorching flame.
He didn't care that Miranda had found another man after their divorce.
The divorce was his fault. He hadn't recognized his true feelings, which made her suffer.
Her finding another man was understandable.
As long as Miranda was his in the future, that's all that mattered.
He would win her back and spend the rest of his life making it up to her.
Thinking this, the evil fire in his heart gradually subsided, replaced by determined resolve.
"Back to the company." He instructed the driver in a low voice.
...
Upstairs, in the office.
Miranda's mood, which had been completely ruined by Harrison, instantly changed when she received a phone call.
Seeing "Christian" flashing on the screen, her cold expression instantly softened.
"Hello, Christian."
"Miranda!" Christian's voice came through, unable to hide his excitement. "My position has been reinstated! The group issued an official document. I can work remotely from the hospital!"
This news made Miranda pause, then surge with joy. "Really? That's wonderful, Christian!"
Christian continued, "I had my assistant look into it. Someone suddenly invested a large sum of money in the group, and one of the conditions was specifically to reinstate my position. I asked around. It was your husband who did it."
Miranda's heart skipped a beat. An indescribable warmth instantly spread from her heart to her entire body.
So Clifton really was using actions to firmly stand by her side.
Miranda's lips unconsciously curved upward. "Christian, focus on your health first. Don't overwork yourself. You can handle work matters after you've fully recovered."
"It's fine. Only my leg is injured, not my brain." Christian laughed. "Besides, lying in a hospital bed all day is boring. Handling some work will keep my mind active."
His tone suddenly became serious.
"Miranda, being falsely accused this time made me understand one thing completely: I'm still not strong enough. So I must seize every opportunity to become stronger, strong enough to provide an unshakeable umbrella of protection for you and Mom."
Christian's words made Miranda's eyes well up.
After hanging up, Miranda's thoughts drifted.
Clifton had helped Christian. Shouldn't she show her appreciation somehow?
Miranda sat in her office chair, her fingertips unconsciously tapping the desk, her mind calculating what gift she should give Clifton to express her thanks.
A tie? Cufflinks? Or a watch?
They all seemed too ordinary.
After thinking for a long time without any ideas, Miranda picked up her phone, opened that pinned conversation, and her fingers flew across the screen.
[Clifton, is there anything you particularly want?]