Chapter 118 You Want to Support Me
Tristan's phone suddenly rang. He went out to take the call, and when he came back, he said, "Grandma, I need to take Harriet out for a bit."
"Go ahead. When I'm not around, you need to take good care of Harriet."
"Got it."
After they got in the car, Harriet asked, "Tristan, who called just now?"
"Uma. She said my mom is threatening suicide."
Harriet's expression became uneasy.
Tristan was actually very devoted to his mother.
That's why Cleo used to say that Tristan was just a bit cold in personality, but people who are devoted to their parents can't be bad at heart. She felt comfortable entrusting Harriet to him.
But Gemma's situation was worrying.
When the two of them walked into the VIP hospital room, Gemma was throwing a tantrum. "Get out! Everyone get out!"
Tristan walked forward with a stern face. "Haven't you made enough of a scene?"
Gemma's face had become much thinner, with two obvious tear tracks on it. She must have been crying a lot.
When she saw Tristan, tears welled up again. "Tristan, I'm begging you, let me die!"
Tristan frowned. "What happened now?"
Gemma gritted her teeth in hatred. "Owen is already working on getting Opal medical parole. You can see how much he dotes on that bitch Lark!"
"What does this have to do with you?" Tristan said. "Didn't you agree to divorce him?"
"I won't divorce!" Gemma said bitterly. "Divorcing would just make room for those bitches, wouldn't it? Why should I divorce! Why should I be the one suffering? Why!"
"He's already done all this, and you still can't let go. So your pain is something you're giving yourself."
"Tristan, how can you say that to me?" Gemma cried. "That day I helped you out. In my heart, you're more important than him, but I just can't accept it."
"I told you, you never really had a choice," Tristan looked at her. "No matter what you chose, the result would be the same."
"I don't understand why you don't want the Lancaster Group," Gemma accused. "The Lancaster Group has achieved what it has today because of you. You left without taking anything, and now the company is in Owen's hands. He'll only become more arrogant and unrestrained. Why did you give up and put us in such a passive position!"
"Now Owen has everything he wants, and even more women are flocking to him. And what do you have? The Stewart family's assets are all in your uncle's hands. Even if they were given to you, they couldn't compete with the Lancaster Group as it is now!"
Gemma saw Harriet behind him and immediately became furious. "If you had married a wife with a powerful family, maybe she could help you make a comeback. But instead you married her, who can't help you at all!"
Harriet felt extremely embarrassed and didn't know how to handle this situation.
"By the way," Gemma suddenly remembered something. "The one-month divorce cooling-off period is over. Have you officially divorced?"
Harriet was thinking about how to tell her tactfully when her hand was suddenly grasped.
She looked down and saw Tristan's hand holding hers tightly.
Tristan said solemnly, "We're not getting divorced."
Gemma frowned. "Harriet is no good. Have you forgotten how she abandoned you?"
"That was a misunderstanding. She was forced and threatened by Owen," Tristan explained. "I'm telling you the truth now. Don't give her a hard time about this anymore."
Gemma's expression softened a bit. "As long as it was a misunderstanding, fine. Otherwise I wouldn't let it go!"
"If you want to fight those women, you need to take care of your health first. Seeking death won't make him feel sorry for you—it'll only make him look down on you more."
After Tristan finished speaking, he took Harriet's hand and left.
He went to the office to give the doctor some instructions. As long as Gemma's health could be assured, they could use sedatives to control her emotions if necessary.
After leaving the hospital, Harriet didn't say anything.
"What's wrong?"Tristan had driven a sports car today. While waiting at a red light, he held Harriet's hand. "Did what Mom said upset you?"
"No," Harriet said. "I'm just a bit worried about her."
How Gemma treated her didn't matter. Tristan's attitude was what mattered most.
He had just protected her and made his position clear. That was enough for her.
"She'll be fine," Tristan said, turning his attention back to driving. "The worst that could happen is she bites her tongue and can't eat properly for a few days."
Harriet just felt it was sad.
Loving someone wasn't wrong in itself, but Gemma had clearly loved the wrong person, and she refused to let herself go, which was why she lived in such pain.
"Harriet, are you starting work?" Tristan changed the subject.
"Yes, tomorrow."
"Then I'll drive you to and from work."
Harriet happily accepted. "Okay, since you don't have to work anyway, you can drive around every day and pick me up and drop me off."
Tristan asked, "I don't have an income. Aren't you worried?"
"You don't have an income, but I do," Harriet said seriously. "The money I earn can't compare to what you made before, but I believe it's enough for our expenses as long as we're not extravagant."
"So Mrs. Lancaster means to support me?"
Harriet laughed. "You can't really say that. The money I earn is our joint marital property. You have a share in it anyway."
Tristan couldn't help but reach out and touch her hair.
He had never thought that in this life, he would spend a woman's money.
But being supported by Harriet didn't feel bad at all.
The next morning, Tristan took Harriet to work on time.
He watched Harriet enter the clinic and was about to leave when Haven called, asking him to come to the Lancaster Manor.
The sports car stopped outside the Lancaster Manor. Tristan had just gotten out when a voice suddenly came from behind him. "Tristan."
Tristan's eyes turned cold. He turned to see Lark walking toward him in high heels.
Lark came up to him, her carefully made-up face full of apology. "Tristan, I'm sorry..."
Before she could finish, her neck was suddenly gripped tightly by Tristan!
Using just one hand, Tristan made it impossible for her to breathe, as if he could break her neck at any moment!
Lark instinctively raised her hands, trying to pry his hand away. "Let go..."
Tristan's eyes were filled with bone-chilling coldness. His low voice was colder than the surrounding temperature as he spoke word by word: "Haven't I been tolerant enough with you? Time and again I went along with you, agreeing to let Harriet give you blood."
"You set Harriet up and nearly got her beaten to death. I didn't touch you—I just sent your mom to prison. You drugged me trying to sleep with me. I still didn't touch you, just taught your aunt a lesson as a warning."
"You think that just because there's no evidence, I don't know you were the one who sent that bed photo to Harriet? If it weren't for that photo, Harriet wouldn't have stayed at the clinic and gotten attacked, and I wouldn't have been injured."
"But even after you did all these wrong things, I still never touched you. And you still don't know when to stop and keep courting death?"
"Tristan, don't do this..." Lark said with difficulty. "I know I was wrong... But that night, I really didn't mean to... Harriet drugged me, I couldn't move, and then there was aphrodisiac incense in the room. I couldn't control myself, that's why I slept with Mr. Owen Lancaster..."
Tears fell from Lark's eyes. "I really know I was wrong... I deserve to die... Please let me go..."
Tristan laughed coldly. "Do you really think I care that you slept with Owen? Who you sleep with has nothing to do with me."
In that instant, Lark felt like she could hear her own heart breaking.
Tristan didn't care about her, and he didn't care who she slept with.
All her devotion still couldn't earn even the slightest response from him.