Chapter 210 Enemy's Return
Harriet wanted to pull away—after all, her mouth still tasted like medicine.
But Tristan didn't give her a chance to escape. He went straight in, stirring up a storm.
The bitter taste of the medicine spread between their intertwined lips and tongues.
After the kiss ended.
Tristan looked at her with deep eyes, "Does it taste sweeter now?"
Harriet couldn't help but laugh, "Very sweet!"
Tristan's gaze grew deeper, "There's something even sweeter."
"What?"
Tristan scooped her up in his arms and headed toward the master bedroom."Can't let that condom we just opened go to waste."
Harriet fell silent.
It wasn't until late at night that everything finally stopped.
Tristan carried Harriet to the shower, and when they lay back in bed, Harriet was exhausted but couldn't sleep.
"Harriet." Tristan kissed her forehead, "I went to the hospital. I know my mom came to see you. She's not mentally stable anymore. Don't take whatever she said to heart. Block her number, and don't see her again."
"I wasn't hurt. The bodyguards you arranged didn't dare touch me." Harriet nestled in his arms, "What did your mom say to you?"
"Just nonsense."
"She's obsessive, but she's not confused." Harriet smiled, "Actually, what she said wasn't wrong. It would be a shame if your excellent genes didn't produce any children."
Tristan pinched her cheek, "Say that again, and we'll keep going. I'll make love to you until you can't talk anymore."
Harriet quickly shut her mouth.
"Anyway, don't be angry with her, okay?"
Harriet sighed silently, "She's your mom after all. Since we can't maintain a good mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship, I just won't see her anymore."
"Okay." Tristan kissed her cheek, "Sleep now."
"Good night."
The next morning, Tristan dropped Harriet off at Timeless Medicine Clinic before heading to Apex Global Group.
As soon as he walked into his office, Quinlan knocked and came in, looking anxious, "Tristan, I need to talk to you!"
Tristan sat down behind his desk and opened his computer, "Go ahead."
"I went to see Aunt Gemma last night and found out Harriet had good reason to be angry. Aunt Gemma actually... she actually wanted us to..."
"She's definitely lost it." Tristan cut her off.
He looked up and saw her face, slightly swollen from where Harriet had hit her yesterday.
Tristan's eyes remained calm and unmoved, "But you should be clear-headed."
"Of course." Quinlan answered without hesitation, "It's absolutely ridiculous. We're siblings. Even though we're not blood-related, Aunt Gemma's arrangement is too absurd."
"Good that you know." Tristan said flatly, "Go back to work."
"Okay." Quinlan hesitated, then spoke up, "No wonder Harriet doesn't like me. Anyone who heard about this would see me as a threat. Tristan, even though I didn't know about it beforehand, I still want to take Harriet to dinner and apologize to her in person."
"No need. She won't care about these baseless things."
Quinlan was momentarily speechless, "Alright then, I'll get back to work."
Harriet really didn't dwell on the Quinlan situation.
Before, her life only had Tristan in it, but now she had her own career and many people who needed her help. She wouldn't waste time on people who didn't matter.
Harriet worked all morning, then went to the break room for a nap after lunch.
She had just fallen asleep when an urgent phone ring woke her up.
Harriet picked up her phone—it was an unknown number.
Harriet answered, "Hello, who's this?"
"Ms. Harriet Getty," came a man's voice from the other end, "Our young lady isn't feeling well and would like you to treat her."
"I don't see patients in the afternoon. If it's an emergency, you can come to the clinic and Mr. Jones can help."
"Our young lady's condition can only be treated by you, so we'd appreciate it if you could come."
"Sorry, I have other plans and can't make house calls on short notice. If you really need me to see her, you can contact the clinic to schedule an appointment."
"I heard that Ms. Harriet Getty charges fifty million dollars to treat foreign royalty and wealthy people. Besides this fifty million dollar fee, we'll donate an additional fifty million dollars to the clinic as charity. Please do come—after all, life is precious."
Harriet frowned slightly, thought for a moment, then agreed, "Alright, send me the address."
"Will do."
Harriet soon received a text message—not a private residence, but the presidential suite at the Golden Ember Hotel.
The Golden Ember Hotel was a newly opened seven-star hotel where even ordinary rooms cost over ten thousand dollars a night. Most people couldn't afford the presidential suite.
This patient must be someone important.
Harriet never turned down money, which is why she agreed.
But even at a hotel, just to be safe, she wouldn't go alone.
Harriet picked up her phone and called Ryder, "Ryder, can you arrange two bodyguards for me?"
"Why do you suddenly need bodyguards? Are you in some kind of danger?"
"I need to make a house call. Just want to bring some people for safety."
"I'll arrange it right away."
"Don't tell Tristan about this—I don't want him to worry."
"Yes, ma'am."
Harriet quickly got ready and prepared her medical kit.
The two bodyguards Ryder arranged soon arrived and accompanied her to the Golden Ember Hotel.
The hotel was luxurious and extravagant everywhere you looked.
The two bodyguards chatted casually.
"This is Emberfall's third seven-star hotel, right?"
"Yeah, when Mr. Tristan Lancaster worked at the Lancaster Group, there was the first one—Cloud Bay Hotel, named after Cloud Bay. Then came our Apex Global Hotel. This Golden Ember Hotel just opened last year. I heard from Ryder that the owner behind it is also some mysterious big money."
Harriet wasn't interested in all that. She was curious about the mysterious person who had asked her to come.
The three of them arrived outside the presidential suite on the top floor.
The two bodyguards were tactful and stopped chatting. They rang the doorbell.
The door soon opened. A middle-aged man in a suit came to answer it, "Ms. Harriet Getty, hello."
"Hello, were you the one who called me?"
"That's right." The middle-aged man looked at the two bodyguards behind her, "Ms. Harriet Getty, our young lady is a woman. It's not convenient to have men in the room."
"I can only make house calls if I can guarantee my own safety." Harriet smiled, "After all, even if I earn the money, I need to be alive to spend it."
The middle-aged man thought for a moment, "Alright then, please come in."
Harriet followed him into the bedroom.
White gauze curtains surrounded the bed on all sides. You could vaguely see a figure on the bed, but couldn't make out the face.
"Miss." The middle-aged man spoke respectfully, "Ms. Harriet Getty is here."
A slender hand soon reached out from behind the curtains.
Harriet sat down on a chair by the bed and examined her.
After a moment, Harriet spoke, "Your young lady has a blood disorder, right?"
"That's correct." The middle-aged man said, "Impaired blood production, plus hematopoietic stem cell disease, making our young lady's condition even worse."
Harriet frowned slightly.
Her situation was quite similar to Lark's.
Lark also had two conditions at once, and even the hospital was helpless to cure her.
Lark had gone missing and her fate was still unknown. Could the person behind these curtains be her?
"Ms. Getty, is there a way to treat our young lady?"
"I'll need to do more tests first to know." Harriet said, "But the tests are quite involved and will require your young lady's cooperation."
"As long as it can cure her illness, our young lady will naturally cooperate." The middle-aged man said, "I heard Ms. Getty has extraordinary medical skills. How long would it take to cure our young lady?"
"Before doing the tests, I can't confirm whether her illness can be cured, let alone how long treatment would take."
"Is that so?" A woman's voice came from behind the curtains, tinged with amusement, "Charging such an expensive fee and saying such vague things—this money seems a bit too easy to earn."
Harriet's eyes suddenly darkened!
That voice was very familiar!
Just as she was about to confirm, the curtains were slowly pulled back from inside.
A familiar figure leaned against the headboard, looking at her with a half-smile.