Chapter 212 Misunderstood You
Harriet took the elevator downstairs.
When she got back to the car, she saw Tristan sitting in the back seat.
"When did you get here?"
"Just arrived."
"You know about Lark?"
"The bodyguard reported to me right away."
Harriet was silent for a moment, then said, "Tristan, I don't want Griffin's life to be in danger because of Lark's revenge."
"I understand. I won't let him die at Lark's hands." Tristan smiled. "If he really died for you, you'd remember him for the rest of your life. I won't let that happen."
Because of Lark's appearance, Harriet had been uneasy all afternoon. But now Tristan made her laugh. "At a time like this, you still have the mood to be jealous?"
Tristan reached out and ruffled her hair. "Don't worry, with me here, what you're worried about absolutely won't happen. Not to mention anything else, even Grandma will pressure me to protect Griffin."
Harriet nodded. Tristan and Griffin had been fighting so fiercely these past two years that she'd almost forgotten they were half-brothers, connected by Haven. Haven was helpless about their rivalry, but she would never allow an outsider to threaten her grandson's life.
Sure enough, when the two were having dinner at Lakeside Gardens, Haven's call came.
Haven learned the whole story, and as Tristan predicted, she called to have Tristan step in to solve the problem and protect Griffin.
"Tristan, have you found out Lark's background?"
"Not yet." Tristan said calmly. "But I don't think I need to investigate deeply before everything becomes clear. Opal is about to be sentenced. If Lark still cares about family at all, she won't be able to hold back from trying to save her."
"Whatever her background is, whatever powerful connections she has, I don't care. I'll say it again - Griffin is my grandson, and I'm asking you to keep him safe."
"I understand."
Tristan hung up the phone and served Harriet some food. "Eat more."
"Okay."
"Harriet." Tristan said while eating, "For safety's sake, let's move back to Cloud Bay, okay?"
Harriet was curious. "Isn't it safe here?"
"Compared to here, Cloud Bay will be safer, and I'll feel more at ease."
Harriet remembered something and pouted. "I'm not moving!"
"Why not?"
"Cloud Bay was named by your dear cousin. It bothers me to live there."
"What?"
"Are you still playing dumb?" Harriet said indignantly.
Tristan laughed softly. "Harriet, are you jealous?"
"You still dare to deny it?" Harriet got even more upset. "She bragged to me herself! Our home was named by her. What's that about!"
Tristan frowned. "Really?"
"Looks like you really didn't know."
Tristan said seriously, "Cloud Bay was indeed a project I handled at the Lancaster Group, but I didn't come up with the name. My subordinates gave me the project proposal. I didn't think there was anything wrong with the name at the time, so I signed off on it. I never knew the name had anything to do with Quinlan."
Harriet felt much better. "I misunderstood you. I apologize."
Tristan served her more food. "Harriet, we've always lacked communication."
Harriet's nose tingled. "So from now on, whatever happens, let's communicate face to face and solve things face to face. No more misunderstandings."
"It's a deal." Tristan said, "So shall we move back to Cloud Bay?"
Harriet nodded. "I'll listen to you."
They said they were moving, but there really wasn't much to move.
Harriet only brought some daily necessities. Cloud Bay had plenty of clothes to change into.
Everything at Cloud Bay was as it had been.
Except those flashy bags in the walk-in closet were gone, replaced with some simple, classic styles.
On the weekend, Harriet had nothing to do and was organizing things at home.
Her phone rang. It was a call from Ryder.
"Mrs. Lancaster, you said the other day that if there were any developments with Opal, I should tell you right away. There is indeed some movement." Ryder reported. "Opal, who was sentenced to death, suddenly had her execution delayed. They say someone pulled strings."
Harriet frowned. "Lark's backing is that powerful? She can actually delay the execution?"
"This isn't necessarily a bad thing. Now that Lark has made a move, Mr. Lancaster can find out her background. Otherwise, with the enemy in the dark and us in the light, we'd be very passive."
"That's true." Harriet said, "If anything happens, tell me right away."
"Yes, Mrs. Lancaster, don't worry."
Harriet hung up the phone and took the old clothes she'd sorted out from the walk-in closet to the storage room on the first floor.
Rhea was very good at organizing. Even the storage room was neat and clean.
Harriet put the box in the corner. Just as she was about to leave, from the corner of her eye she suddenly noticed several delivery boxes on a nearby table.
The packages hadn't been opened yet. The recipient's name was hers.
Harriet found a box cutter and opened the packages.
When she saw what was inside, she couldn't help but freeze.
They were baby supplies she'd bought after getting pregnant.
There were cute little clothes and various baby products.
Harriet's eyes became sore and stinging.
If the baby had been born safely, they'd probably be learning to walk by now, right?
In that instant, she desperately wanted to cure her condition, to have a child with Tristan, to let the child be born safely.
Footsteps came from outside the door. Harriet quickly raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face.
"I've been looking for you everywhere. Why are you staying here?" Tristan walked in. Seeing her reddened eyes, he frowned. "Harriet, what happened?"
"Nothing." Harriet put on a smile. "Something got in my eye."
"The windows aren't even open. Where would the wind come from to blow something into your eye?" Tristan looked down and saw the little clothes in her hand, suddenly realizing what was wrong.
"Harriet, don't be sad." Tristan hugged her. "Let's throw these things away."
"Keep them." Harriet said with a choked voice. "What if one day I can have children?"
"I don't need you to carry on the family line for me."
"But I still have hope. I want to have a child of my own."
"Then you can't put pressure on yourself."
"I know." Harriet forced a smile. "I'll do my best."
Tristan let her go, lifted her face, his eyes deepening. "Mrs. Lancaster, we haven't made love here yet."
"Are you crazy?" Harriet said urgently. "This is the storage room!"
"That's what makes it interesting."
"No way!" Harriet's scalp tingled. "Rhea went out to buy groceries. She'll be back soon!"
Tristan held her slender waist, looking determined. "Then I'll be quick."
Harriet's mouth twitched. "When have you ever been quick?"
Tristan laughed softly. "Getting my wife's approval means I'm usually working hard enough."
Harriet tried to push him away. "Stop fooling around."
Tristan lowered his head to kiss her, taking the baby clothes from her hand and carrying her out of the storage room.
As the sun set, the glow of the setting sun shone through the white curtains into the master bedroom, creating a beautiful and romantic atmosphere.
Harriet was exhausted.
When Tristan carried her into the bathroom, she belatedly realized that he must have wanted to pull her out of her sad emotions by distracting her this way.
But now she probably didn't even have the strength to go downstairs for dinner.
After bathing, they got dressed, and Tristan carried Harriet downstairs to eat.
Rhea suppressed her smile, feeling happy inside.
As long as the couple had a good relationship, they could ignore her presence and be as affectionate as they wanted.
After serving the food, Rhea left, giving them space to be alone.
While they were eating, Tristan's phone suddenly rang.
The call lasted several minutes.