Chapter 233: Cure Paralysis
When Tristan returned to the room, Harriet was on the phone with her back to the door, speaking in a foreign language.
Perhaps hearing the sound, Harriet turned to look. The moment she saw Tristan, she immediately hung up.
Tristan froze.
The emotions he'd been suppressing instantly surged out like a tide.
His tone turned cold. "Who were you talking to? Can't I hear?"
"Nothing, just a spam call." Harriet curved her lips slightly. "It's getting late, let's wash up and sleep."
Tristan irritably tugged at his tie and walked into the bathroom.
When he came out after his shower, Harriet was already lying down asleep.
Tristan lay down beside her and turned to kiss her.
Harriet had just been falling asleep when the kiss woke her.
She was actually a bit tired.
But thinking about how he hadn't made love to her in quite a while, she couldn't bear to push him away.
Harriet raised her hand to wrap around his neck, gradually getting lost in his skillful kisses.
Only a warm bedside lamp lit the room.
Her long curly hair spread across the white pillow, her flushed face looking charming and beautiful.
Tristan's eyes darkened as he lowered his head to kiss her.
After everything settled down, Tristan pulled the covers over her.
Neither of them fell asleep, but they both remained silent.
After a long while, Harriet finally spoke softly, breaking the silence in the air."Tristan, I need to go out tomorrow."
"Where to?"
"That day when I went to find Lark, I installed a hidden camera on Niamh and managed to get Lark to admit the truth about framing me and sending me to prison."
"Tomorrow I'm going to see Finnegan to ask him to help overturn my case. Once it's overturned, my criminal record will be cleared."
"I'm sorry."
Tristan heard his own voice. "Harriet, tell me, during that year in prison, how much did you suffer?"
Harriet curved her lips slightly. "I don't want to recall things from the past. Even Mr. Jones was fooled by Lark, let alone you."
Tristan closed his eyes in pain. "I'm sorry."
Actually, even if Harriet didn't tell him, he could investigate.
But he didn't dare. He was afraid. Afraid that if he found out about the things Lark said before she died, he wouldn't be able to face Harriet.
Lark deserved to die, but didn't he deserve it too?
Lark was right - he was responsible for the suffering Harriet endured.
The more he couldn't forgive himself, the more afraid he was of losing Harriet.
She had become his only weakness.
Harriet raised her hand to caress his flawlessly handsome face. "Tristan, it's all in the past. Lark got what she deserved. From now on, let's not mention the past anymore. Let's just live our lives well."
"Okay." Tristan's hoarse voice answered firmly. "From now on, my life is yours!"
The next day, Ondine began treating Gemma.
She first gave Gemma the most thorough physical examination, then started the treatment.
Gemma was in so much pain that she broke out in cold sweat.
"We can stop if you can't take it," Ondine said. "I told you from the start, the treatment process would be extremely painful, and your injuries are too severe and too old. I can't guarantee a cure."
"This pain is nothing compared to the living hell I've endured for over twenty years," Gemma said through gritted teeth. "Dr. Smith, continue!"
Ondine nodded and continued the treatment.
Soon Gemma's agonized screams filled the room.
Upstairs, Harriet didn't go out. Tristan directly called Finnegan over and explained her situation.
Seeing that Tristan didn't look well, Finnegan didn't ask much, only saying, "Don't worry, I'll handle it. It's just that with Lark dead, there's no way to hold her accountable."
"She really got off too easy." Cold intent spread through Tristan's eyes. "The Brown family is gone, but there are still Campbells who fled abroad. Originally I didn't plan to waste energy chasing them overseas, but now I've changed my mind. Everyone who hurt Harriet, I won't let any of them go."
Finnegan looked at him. "Tristan, I know the person you hate most is actually yourself, but given the circumstances then, you had your reasons. Lark was your savior."
"She wasn't." Tristan's expression grew colder. "She was an impostor."
"What?" Finnegan was shocked. "Then who saved you?"
Tristan leaned back in his executive chair, closing his eyes to hide the emotions in them. "I only know it was a girl, but I passed out before I could see her face clearly."
"Mr. Lancaster." Ryder knocked and entered. "Mr. Savoy."
"Mr. Lancaster, I've investigated, but I can't find out who the girl was who saved you back then. I'll continue searching."
"No need." Tristan said in a low voice. "There's no need to investigate."
Finnegan raised an eyebrow. "Tristan, you're not worried that if we find her, she'll have feelings for you and you won't know how to explain it to Harriet, are you?"
"I'm married now. It doesn't matter if anyone has feelings for me." Tristan slowly opened his eyes. "Since she hasn't come forward all these years, why should I search for her? All I want now is to live well with Harriet and spend the rest of my life making it up to her."
Although the Romanov family's people had withdrawn, Tristan still wouldn't let Harriet leave the house.
Harriet agreed, and since she needed peace and quiet for treatment anyway, she treated it as a vacation.
In the blink of an eye, three months of treatment had passed.
Ondine examined Harriet. "You're an obedient patient. You're pretty much recovered now."
"Thank you, you've worked hard during this time."
"I naturally have to fulfill what I promised Ian."
Ian beside them was very happy. "Dr. Smith, you still need to continue treating Mrs. Gemma Lancaster. Why don't you let Harriet stay to help you? She can learn more at the same time."
"I've said before, her talent hasn't reached the level where she can study with me." Ondine stood up. "I'm going to treat Mrs. Gemma Lancaster now. Goodbye."
Ian sighed. "Harriet, Dr. Smith just has that stubborn personality. Don't be upset."
"Mr. Jones, my medical skills are good enough. I don't need to study with Dr. Smith."
"Of course I hope your medical skills can reach an even higher level."
Harriet hesitated, then asked, "Mr. Jones, think carefully again - is there anyone else who knew I was at the hot spring villa?"
Ian frowned. "You still can't let go of Rhea's death, can you?"
"Of course." Harriet said. "For Rhea's death, Lark was naturally the main culprit, but according to what Tristan said, if someone leaked my location, then that person is also responsible."
"I really didn't tell anyone your location." Ian recalled. "At the time, Niamh and Griffin couldn't find you and both came to ask me, but I didn't tell either of them. You can ask them if you don't believe me."
"I certainly believe you, I just wanted to ask more clearly."
Ian nodded. "Harriet, the dead are gone. Rhea wouldn't want to see you torturing yourself over her death. Only by living well can you be worthy of her sacrifice."
"I know, I won't let her down."
In the blink of an eye, it was late summer.
Under Ondine's treatment, one morning when Gemma woke up, she discovered her fingers could move.
She was extremely excited and quickly called Uma. "Uma! Uma! My hand! Look at my hand!"
Uma cried with excitement. "Mrs. Gemma Lancaster! I'll get Dr. Smith right away!"
Ondine came to examine her. "The suffering these past days hasn't been in vain. Keep it up."
"Yes, I'll cooperate fully!"
Two days later in the evening, an unexpected visitor suddenly knocked on Gemma's door.
Seeing who it was, Gemma couldn't help but be surprised. "Why are you here?"